In which italics are possibly overused.

How did I get myself into doing this? No, really. How on Earth did I get myself into this stuff? It's like... it's... I mean when mum tells people back home what I've been doing they often can't believe it of me! Me, Little Miss Shy and Polite Girl? Doing that? Never.
But yes, I've gone into a wet t-shirt contest. I bared my breasts to a crowd of horny drunk males. And shock of shocks... I made it to the finals. I mean, who would've thunk it? And then! Then, because I've already flashed my boobies not once, but TWICE to a crowd, oh, it's nothing to accept the challenge of the body painting competition. So then I'm parading in front of the crowd, mostly sober, in naught but a thong and some paint. Freezing my nipples off in the middle of winter at night. And would you believe? I made it to the finals again.
I figured maybe some of you expected an entry immediately after to say how it went. Did I win? Are there pics? Can we see them? No, yes, and when I get them, yes. Before they announced the three winners, they had six parade about in front the judges to decide from, and I was one of those six. So, I almost placed. And I got another $50 bar tab. I've got $180 worth of bar tabs from doing these competitions.
Well I got a call from Brad from Scarfies again today. This time for the bikini contest. Well. After parading about practically naked twice, and having flashed my boobies to the crowd twice... what's a bikini contest? It's so tame compared to that! So with a quick hunt through my wardrobe to determine I have the necessary clothes... I'm in.
Tomorrow night I'm doing the bikini contest, for another bar tab at the very least.

( The Movie List of D00m )

Fin.