"High School Musical" Meets
Deep Throat, Then Blows Him
I was fortunate enough to score seats to the preview of this bad intentioned, racy and provocative adaptation of Grease.
The plot had nothing to do with the 50's, cars, or the film "Grease."
Grease was a constant reference and prop, used by the actors during the show.
They wore clothes that may have been from the era coincidentally. This is how these slutty dress normally. I know, because two of the actors are strippers that live in my building. That explains how I got the "comps."
When these sweet girls came to my door and asked if I wanted to see their play, I thought it was going to be at Sarasota High. To my knowledge, these teenage chicks are still high schooler's.
They told me it was going to be at a "club" and gave me the address.
What a shock! I was so appalled at the content and sheer brazenness of the entire production.
Young girl's discussing clit rings? Then singing about squirting orgasms.
I nearly left in the first minute, but I didn't want to be a rude neighbor.
By the time I had my 4th drink, and 10th bong hit at the after party (once again, me being a good neighbor) I forgave my young neighbors for duping me. I mean, how can you stay mad at two kids following their dream.
And if that dream happens to involve lube, Black Tower dildos, and lesbian threesomes(all while singing mind you) who am I to get in the way?
Deep Throat, Then Blows Him
I was fortunate enough to score seats to the preview of this bad intentioned, racy and provocative adaptation of Grease.
The plot had nothing to do with the 50's, cars, or the film "Grease."
Grease was a constant reference and prop, used by the actors during the show.
They wore clothes that may have been from the era coincidentally. This is how these slutty dress normally. I know, because two of the actors are strippers that live in my building. That explains how I got the "comps."
When these sweet girls came to my door and asked if I wanted to see their play, I thought it was going to be at Sarasota High. To my knowledge, these teenage chicks are still high schooler's.
They told me it was going to be at a "club" and gave me the address.
What a shock! I was so appalled at the content and sheer brazenness of the entire production.
Young girl's discussing clit rings? Then singing about squirting orgasms.
I nearly left in the first minute, but I didn't want to be a rude neighbor.
By the time I had my 4th drink, and 10th bong hit at the after party (once again, me being a good neighbor) I forgave my young neighbors for duping me. I mean, how can you stay mad at two kids following their dream.
And if that dream happens to involve lube, Black Tower dildos, and lesbian threesomes(all while singing mind you) who am I to get in the way?