This is what we say to Vladimir Putin
Yes, you are probably wondering:
"Where has Tsai been?"
Well, actually I have been at the Second Life Bookclub a lot. With Whotter, who has his own tiny seat. He thinks it's a VIP seat of course and yesterday venue designer Ruby Geek even placed it on a table. Now Whotter surely thinks he is a Very Important Person...
Meanwhile whores have been whoring, or drinking, like these 2. Waiting for 2020, 2021, to be over and life returning to normal. Like Second Life ever would be...
Where has Whotter been? Well, besides coming with me to the Bookclub, thinking he is a famous author, he has mostly been selling the girls fish and chips. Which is not a wise thing to buy from him. He has probably caused his fair share of obesity and food poisoning by now.
But what can I say? It probably eliminates the competition...
The Urban Dictionary says about the 'summer slump':
A period during summer in which a person performs inefficiently due to the excessive amount of free time on their hands.
Causes: Lack of school or a job, absence of friends, insufficient funds, and/or lack of transportation.
For me it is: lack of business. All good, hardworking husbands and boyfriends are on vacation with partner and kids. And, God* forbid, they may even have sex with their wives. The poor things. Meanwhile we are bored to bits here. Even the bar is empty now.
So this is how Chrissy and I walked into the bar at the opposite side of the street. Well... guess. No one there either of course. So we amused ourselves for a few minutes and then walked back into Bar No.5 for a cup of coffee and something to smoke.
August really is the worst. I should go on vacation too.
But then, someone should go on vacation to here, right? As this photo by Chrissy shows, it does get pretty hot here, even in August.
* I am not even religious, but I guess this is an expression.
"A fucking great sunday, " Fiver said and she was right.
The photo that barmaid Candy got me said it all. But I had just been missing out on the fun, arriving late to the scene. No cock and most important, no cash for this virtual whore.
Fiver's little bar has been doing exceptionally well. She sells beer and whisky there and has a bunch of sex furniture. The idea was just for the girls to hang out there though, originally. The men could buy them beers, after which the empty bottles can be recycled for a few Linden Dollars in the alley at the back. Now it is just packed with whores and clients on some days and they all seem to do very well.
As long as they arrive in time. I didn't...
Walking into the bar I found Whotter staring at the beer barrels, looking sad.
It wasn't because the bar had run out of beer though (He's not allowed any beer anyways, but it's hard to check what he does there when he goes to the bar on his own...), but the cause was a dead rat lying on the floor: Annie.
Someone, we suspect it was the person named Annie, had used rat poison and the poor critter had eaten it. A couple of hours later flowers were layed on the floor to commemmorate the poor thing.
Knowing Whotter, he is now brooding on revenge...
So, Whotter got in a bit of a row with one of the girls...
Annie, one of the girls who is regularly at the bar, and probably one of the most succesful whores at Street Whores lately, had been calling him 'my new fur' after he had been greeting her with some soft roars.
Initially, Whotter seemed to take it lightly: he just roared a bit at her and seemed to ignore her otherwise.
But then... one of the other girls got mixed up into it and got Whotter a pet: a rat.
I told Whotter there is no way that I want to have a rat in the house. Certainly not since it was obviously a rat found somewhere in the wild. So, Whotter released it in the bar, naming it... 'Annie'. It could be seen running around for a while, much to the hilarity of the visitors, then it vanished.
I realised that I had not blogged in 2 months. I have been infrequent before, but this time it is really because I was simply depressed with the situation in RL. I never talk RL normally on this blog, so I'll keep this short: like so many people the pandemic has been a long drag on me. Fortunately, not too many bad things happened in my circles so far.
5 years ago I blogged about Kath's rezzday party. I realise that in my older blogs many pictures have missing links: this is due to Snapzilla changing it's links all at once at some day in the past. I have updated a few of them, but repairing my entire blog is too much work. I will do it piecemeal as I see fit. Maybe one day it will be done. Or not.
So, 5 years down the line, Kath spent another 50.000L on a party. It was supposed to last for 24 hours, but the owners of Street Whores were wise enough to talk her out of that and cut it back to an 'acceptable' 12 hours.
It was a lot of fun, with Kath and Bo on the stage. I only staid for 2.5 hours in the evening, but I was told that it was basically busy all the time. Whotter amused himself too.