did the puss run a racket?

alright, alright...

back in o-twat, fresh from a two week drinking junket to vancity with the heritage conservationist and i must report to you fair readers that i think there is a scam artiste in our midst. on new year's day, the puss celebrated her thirtieth birthday by inviting all of us to bar average on main street. the catch was that we pay a cool twenty-five dollars for a drink ticket and priveleges to snack on the buffet of hors d'oeurves. all of us, thinking that this would equate to a decent meal fasted for most of the day to get our money's worth, however our money's worth we did not receive...

the room sat poised for charge the buffet table with each modest delivery of food. we must've looked like eastern european peasants in the fucking bread line. i shoved someone at one point to get a one ounce shooter glass of carrot and squash soup.

our stomachs empty, our table (consisting of genesis, rocco, moonbeam albeit it breifly, big tittie latino mamma, fallopia cleopatra, the heritage conservationist and myself) proceeded to get annihilated, scandalizing pussy's family in the table next to us with our gratuituous usage of the word "pussy" (screamed across the room). a total gong show. by night's end the puss had offered up free hickies, but nothing in they way of additional nutrition for her charming young friends...

so i ask you dear readers, did the puss run a racket?