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And with that, the
handsome, skating drinker, was off again.
"Beads and Breasts?!" shouted
Blond Betty Beadwhore, looking down at her own busty bosom, "
Wait!" she yelled to the skating drinker, who looked over his
shoulder at her.
"These beads you speak of? Where can
I find them? "
As the handsome skater moved into the rising
sun, Blond Betty Beadwhore shielded her blue eyes to better see
him, but to no avail (the skating drinker was shrouded in a ray
of early morning light) " Why, Blond Betty" he shouted
back, " in the great city of New Orleans, simply take to the
streets, and handsome young men everywhere will shell them out to
you !!!" and into the sunrise, the handsome skater disappeared.
Smiling after him, Blond Betty Beadwhore
realized her destiny was complete. Finally, a world in which her
strange name could make a difference!!
One week later, on the great street of Bourbon,
in the great city of New Orleans, in the great year of our Lord,
1999, Blond Betty Beadwhore had set up a wonderfully splashy advert
of her own, on a perfectly suitable corner in the middle of the
great Mardi Gras celebration. Blond Betty Beadwhore's advert read:
"GET YOUR BEADS HERE, BEFORE BEADWHORE
SELLS OUT!" and in flocks they came, in droves, even, buying
Blond Betty's baubles by the dozen.
This enterprise,
you see, came from an innocent mistranslation on that dusty sidewalk
situated by the salty Pacific Sea. As it was, that day the handsome
skater breezed away from Blond Betty Beadwhore, she thought she
heard him say, " just take to the streets, Blond Betty, and
handsome, young men everywhere will sell them out to you !"
and being that Blond Betty Beadwhore believes women can do anything
they set their minds too, and most importantly, anything a man can
do, off she went to the great city of New Orleans, to that great
street of Bourbon, to prove that not only handsome young men can
sell beads, but that Blond Bombshells with the last name of Beadwhore,
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