Jewelry Man Titanium
Q: Imagine my surprise when I walk into Piercing Experience and find
the lovely Skyelass and James (and I hope I got James' name
right, what with the Darvocet and all). Now, granted, they had
been in God Forsaken Macon (Ga.), but still, there they are, in
the flesh, at my, underline /my/, piercer's.
I won't use the term Jewelry Whore, but let's just say a certain
someone's little bag of autoclaved jewelry was bulging, and she
was even able to persuade someone to finance another piece of
jewelry. James -- You The Man!
I hope that little nose size problem was worked out
A:Well, ex-cyoooose me Mr. Man, but IIRC, you're little bag o' goodies was
AS full, if not moreso, than mine. Brian sure did make a bundle on us
yesterday. :) Oooooh, and by the way, my NEW AND IMPROVED (complete
with balls that stay on) tongue stud is doing quite well. And I was
nice to James the whole way home in appreciation for the new jewelry -
we even stopped to do a tour of the BMW plant in Greer, SC. Piercing
stuff, cars, and pandas. Quite the busy weekend thus far.
But, yes, I'm a jewelry whore. I admit it quite proudly...
And I'll be nice in return, although I did think it was rude to TALK
about your wee-wee without offering to let us check it out. After all,
we have seen your insides. And dammit man, get Brian some new X-rays!
On a side note, my newly stretched nipples are doing quite well with
their 10 ga titanium barbells.