Meat lovers unite!
“The Warlord” by Elizabeth Elliott
Recently, at a karaoke bar down town…
“Ohhhh MAAAAANDDDDDDDDDIIIEEE! MAAAHHHH – NNNN – DY!!!” finished Lola, her head thrown back in abandon. “Thanks you all! Yesshh! Woohoo! Barry Manilow I wuff you! I wuff youyourock!! And so do we! Woohoo!! Rip My Bodice!! WHOO!!” shouted Lola while trooping off the stage to a healthy chorus of “bravo!” from the RMB table. Raising their tequila shots in the air, the girls knocked back another one with gusto. The girls were out, celebrating their BBAW win sans Juan and Sven (who were left back in the RMB offices, busily preparing for an extended manwich party) at one of their favourite hangout spots. The girls amusedly watched as a fellow patron drunkenly ambled upon the stage and announced that he wanted to dedicate the next song to his beloved mother. “It’s scho embarrassing when people cansh hold their liquor” remarked Sheridan, tossing back another shot and licking the hand of a passerby thereafter. As the strains of “All By Myself” filtered through the sound system, Sheridan suddenly shot up in her seat screaming “I wanna sing now!” and rushed onto stage, shoving the portly gentleman off the stage. “Ahem.”