Well, I can tell you where your first stop is lurker. You have been neglecting your duties as head groupie. My neck is sore from my drummer’s crash course. I need massage. I need it now. I’ll have the passion fruit scented oil please. A bit lower. Lower.
Oooooooooooohhhhhh… My, that’s good. This one’s a keeper, girls.
Well, I am a hands-on kind of groupie… and such a well-named oil, too…
Just let me know if I rub you the wrong way - and if I rub you the right way, let me know too…
I’ve actually been working full-time (temporary) this week, so missed this earlier. Am I too late? Would a Spider Woman be useful?
I could play my alto recorder with one set of arms, guitar with another, and do tambourine or other percussive instruments as well.
And I could wear something black, slinky, and covered with sequins and silvery webbing. Have stage costumes been selected, or is that too formal for a pub band?
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Hoo Ahh! I don’t care what anyone else says, even though I’ve never experienced it myself, I am convinced that with only one exception, there is nothing in the world like Canookie.
Cerowyn and Odieman, consider yourselves my private Canookies.
Woody, I will need two forms of proof that you are indeed Canadian. People have tried to fool me before…
Dublin, ya silly thing. I figure we’ll spend about a month there playing pubs, tightening up the show and seducing the locals.
Costumes? Still waiting on Pammipoo for that.
Hmm. I’m thinking Coyote Ugly style. We gotta have something to keep the boys drooling. Any suggestions?
I’m thinking a side trip to NYC is in order…you can’t have a pub band without a good sopping spree!!!
It just ain’t a spree unless it’s sopping!
Hmmm, never saw Coyote Ugly, what did they wear? Me, I’m just going to wear my blue running shorts and skimpy little tops. I heard I look pretty gosh darn cute in them.
Hmm, just thought I should drop in with a small “canookie” tale. Many years ago, I managed to pick up a Canuck sailor in a San Diego bar. We danced, went outside, sucked on each other’s lips for about an hour, exchanged numbers before I went home. The next weekend, we went out to dinner. Things went well during the course of the evening and so I discovered that sex in a Nissan Sentra is less fun than it sounds. (Only because of space limitations). The next weekend, I picked him up from the dock, with his friends, dropped his friends off at a strip club and brought him to the park for a picnic. Things went well, as before, so we ended up at my place. I proved to him that he could ejaculate from oral stimulation only and he was the first person to ever illustrate to me what a clit is for. Oh my-did he have dexterous fingers!
[sub]If he’s a doper…Hi Walter[/sub]
I don’t play any instuments or sing well. I do however a couple other stories…or if there are any openings for extra wimmin who can drink a lot and smoke like a chimney, though…SIGN me up 
Hey, at the NYC DOpeFest we went to a place that reminded me of the trailer, at least, for Coyote Ugly. And it was almost 9 before any of the Doper women started to dance on the bar...
Oh, Pammi, what was sopping?