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Wednesday, March 22, 2006 CITY OF LIGHTSi usually travel with my own lighting rig for putting on makeup because most hotel bathrooms are lit for businessman who don't wear as much makeup as i do. hotel bathrooms normally have a light on both sides of the mirror, giving that hawt shadow on both sides of your nose look. not good for creating an illusion. what i need is a hundred watt bulb in the center of the mirror, just slightly above my forehead. tonight, after i moved the electric currency transformer from the desk (where my laptop sat) to the bathroom where the magic happens, i discovered that 'this little light of mine' was broken. of course i blamed the ransacker from NEWARK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, but blame didn't help my situation much. i had to improvise, which meant, i painted from memory. the result was fine, but i'm never quite as confident with a paint job that wasn't conjured up with the help of my portable klieg light. anywho, i got on stage tonight and there were 10 (no lie) paparazzi at the edge of the stage with those hateful digital cameras with big lenses that pick up every pore on your mug. i was totally caught off guard and spooked, but you would have never known it (on account of my professional whoremanship). i had a terrific time, "irregardless". during my monologue, i expounded the joy of uncut french cock and something about frommage, which the audience seemed to enjoy, and that was it. now it's 4:23am and i'm back at the hotel. the car will take us to the airport in 7 hours. i love PARIS in the springtime. . | Permalink 2009 RuCo, Inc.—All Rights Reserved |
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