What are the odds that, as Britney was headed out the door last night in London, someone pulled her aside and said, “K baby, jus’ please remember, if you’re gonna wear a skirt like that, real short, when you get out the car, you gotta, ya know, cover up. Because last time there we’re all these photographers and all these pictures and everyone could see your, uh, ‘hair’, ya know”.
And Britney listened and said, “Okay. Cover … hair, got it.”
(hq jump = here)
I’m in New Orleans (ducks bullets) on CST, so I split the diff, sorta, King.
I’m still convinced there are nekkid pictures of her from the “good days” that she’s keeping in her arsenal until her career is completely forgotten.
Her hometown is about an hour from here, and I’ve been there a few times. She is definitely fighting a losing battle with the inner fat girl from the doublewide, lemme tell ya…
:::goes back to wiping bar and occasionally looks around for a wookie and a guy in an iron suit::::
Braindead. Hang in there Headly, I’m sleeping on the desk until the clock strikes.
King, I’m well on my way to totally plowed. And I’ve got a date in an hour. My prediction: disgusted head shake and unyielding march to the door on her part. Ah well. Easy come, easy go…
::walks up to outside of door, locked::
Dammit, there’s place to hold keys in this suit.
::steps back, raises hand towards door, fires a bolt of Arc Energy from hand stabilizer to vaporize door knob::
There that’s better.
::pushes door open::
Oh hi Headly, King Cookie.
:::ducks flaming wreckage of oak door with speakeasy slot:::
Dammit, Tony…those aren’t easy to come by anymore.
:::slides Old Fashioned down bar to Tony:::
:::surveys wreckage of doorway:::
Well, we’ll have to get some plywood up on that. Otherwise any sort of vermin can walk in here. Is that Doc down the alley? Anyone have DB’s number?
::pushes button on gauntlet, the two Stark helper robots roll in through smoking door frame::
Hey Dummy and Butterfingers - fix the door.
::Dummy uses fire extinguisher to hose down the last bits of flaming door wreckage::
:::surveys Dummy’s work on the door:::
Tony, you and your crew are some handy motherscratchers. Cheers!
Thanks Headly.
::starts pondering adding iPod compatibility to the Mark III::
Tony, I’m gonna head out to disappoint my date. You can hold it down here, right? Prolly see you in a few more hours, quite drunk if all goes as planned. I left some Wookie Juice for Rokan in the beer cooler.
Cheers!
::why is it so smokey in here, lol?::
Will do, Headly. Have fun.
::points at Butterfingers::
Make yourself useful and serve the drinks.
oops
::realizes that probably no-one here knows me::
hi Tony
No blur you’re remembered, you were here last night right?
umm, King Cookie I think the clock has struck…time to wake up