Italian Fun

Last night I went out with some friends. It was a normal Saturday night. We went to dinner, then went to a few bars, alcohol was involved. We were dancing and singing at this one club downtown, when the normal man attention began to get a little intense. thankfully for me I was born with curly brown hair. My companions are not so lucky. Straight blonde hair here is like the ultimate attention getter. My friends were trying to steer clear of the creeps, but no sooner had we moved to another area, a giant greasy hand comes out of nowhere and starts petting Gwyneth. Petting, like a dog. We had to avoid it the rest of the night, i think they should wear wigs when we go out.