The aforementioned paid gig was a riot. Check out my Vox page for more details... in brief, I earned every penny of my thirty pounds, and had to watch a guy lovingly stroke his crotch throughout my set. My fault for being a female comic, I guess. I accidentally made my professional singing debut - the only way to calm the drunken, offensive
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Though it's kind of creepy how the owner was all, "Eh, don't worry about it, it's my son" instead of going over and smacking him in the head like my mother would have done. You know, if I had a brother.
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I hope your back feels better - that sounds horrible. Yes, definitely stay home and take care of yourself!
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