"Hey! Tough Guy! Yeah, You! Yeah...come here. Whaddaya lookin' at, Tough Guy? Jeez, can't a gal get any privacy around here? I mean...here I am stuck on this idiot's flabby bicept, for all the world to see, and all you guys are alla time eye-ballin' me, watchin' me wiggle when he tries to flex his hairy hulk of an arm...I mean c'mon! This is NOT the life I would have chosen, my friend, if that's what your thinkin'. No, I would much rather have been a chorus girl at Radio City Music Hall...up on the stage...in the lights.... but Nooooooo...My mom always told me, she said, 'Schell, stay the hell outta San Diego, Honey, you'll wind up livin' near some guy's armpit.' Did I listen? Well, look at me now. Lucky Thirteen, my ass! I'd of been better off waitin' tables down at the Denny's...All you guys think I'm some Good Time Sally, here for your amusement...well, I have my PRIDE, dontcha know. So...Anyway...Beat it, Tough Guy....and listen to your mother"Tuesday
~ Meet Rochelle, Queen of The Fleet ~
"Hey! Tough Guy! Yeah, You! Yeah...come here. Whaddaya lookin' at, Tough Guy? Jeez, can't a gal get any privacy around here? I mean...here I am stuck on this idiot's flabby bicept, for all the world to see, and all you guys are alla time eye-ballin' me, watchin' me wiggle when he tries to flex his hairy hulk of an arm...I mean c'mon! This is NOT the life I would have chosen, my friend, if that's what your thinkin'. No, I would much rather have been a chorus girl at Radio City Music Hall...up on the stage...in the lights.... but Nooooooo...My mom always told me, she said, 'Schell, stay the hell outta San Diego, Honey, you'll wind up livin' near some guy's armpit.' Did I listen? Well, look at me now. Lucky Thirteen, my ass! I'd of been better off waitin' tables down at the Denny's...All you guys think I'm some Good Time Sally, here for your amusement...well, I have my PRIDE, dontcha know. So...Anyway...Beat it, Tough Guy....and listen to your mother"
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All I know is if I had to live near some guys armpit all day long, I'd kill myself. I detest armpit B.O. A fellow patron's body odor has, on more than one occasion, caused me to lose my appetite while dining out.
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