Apr 042007
My friend has informed me that the only way we’re getting tickets to the sold-out Amy Winehouse concert at the Varsity is to sell me into sexual slavery. *sigh* I guess I’ll have to dig out the ball gag and sailor outfit again. But there are some things I refuse to do. I pimped myself out before for concert tickets and the sight of a garden hose still gives me night terrors. But maybe I’ll get front-row tickets for my efforts and Amy and I will get into a full-on brawl in the middle of her set. She can probably take me, but I fight dirty.
