Jason got me a giant Alien figure for Christmas–when I say giant, I don’t mean lifesize, but the next best thing at twenty-two inches. It now poledances for my amusement.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll let it help me in the kitchen.
“I don’t know how good you are, darlin’, and I don’t know what it is you’re good at, but if it’s at the Cheetah, it’s not dancing, I know that much. “