I guess some of you are wondering if I’m still alive, seeing as to how much people I have pissed off with my “I Hate Spearmint Rhino” blogs, and my PETA blogs and my recent New World Order and Camp Fema blogs, which thanks to you have got gotten nearly 2000 hits daily. I guess I just have a voice, and I don’t really care who I piss off. I’m usually pretty good about updating my blogs daily. I’ve been in Hawaii and the entire week has been a drunken blunder. Sorry to keep you all waiting. I’m working on some blogs, but they require some research. I am suppose to go to Bali on the 23rd for vacation, but my friends have flaked on me last minute. Who knows where I will end up.
Anyhow. Before I left Vegas, I want to fill you on some juicy tid bits. I worked at Ricks Cabaret for a few nights. One night an Indian guy chewed me out for not giving him a blowjob. I guess it’s a “stereotype” but a lot of Indian and especially South American men think these gentlemen clubs are offering all their sexual fantasies for $100. In those countries, I guess it’s easy to buy sex. That’s not pretty far off, but I’m not that girl. So, I got fired for not giving a customer a blowjob. Secondly, I never blogged about it, but back in September, when I came back from LA, they fired me from Crazy Horse III for no reason. I walked in and checked in, when they notified me that I have been terminated, for no reason, and that I may not speak with a manager. An employee at Crazy Horse told me that it was because of my “I Hate Spearmint Rhino” blogs. They are afraid of the power I control to expose their underworld. They are “little old men, like the wizard of oz, trying to make it seem more scary than it really is.” Really guys, get your head out of your ass. All you do is run a strip club.
So I decided to play unemployment and bought some video games and stayed home for a few weeks and relaxed. I beat Final Fantasy XIII in 9 days! LOL! When I finally decided to get out, I checked out Hustler club. They seemed really friendly there. I liked the way things were ran. They are trying to weed out all the hoe bags. Then when I go in the office to sign my paperwork, there I see the black list…
“Do not contract these girls
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Kristie Manning.
There was my name on the bottom of a list of 4 names. I didn’t say anything, but I thought to take a picture of it with my iPhone. But what does a typed up list with names do? Perhaps I could have got the other girl’s names and contacted them, but I decided to detract my attention to it, because they were contracting me, and I didn’t want her to see it. When house mom (dad) checked me in he told me I have to work at 4:30 in the afternoon. Yeah right. I walked out. So as I was leaving, Craig one of the managers told me that I can come in whenever I want and not to pay attention to that. And I talked to the GM as well. So I told them I was in a bad mood, and that I’d come in tomorrow to work. I worked the floor all night, and by midnight I got my first VIP. When I went to check in, they said I wasn’t clocked in, to my surprise, the manager had fired me. When I asked him why, he said it’s because I walked out last night. I told him that I had talked to a manger and he said it was ok, I talked to the GM and he said it was ok. He didn’t care, so I confronted him about the list. I told him he didn’t need to even answer me, because I already know what it’s about, and if his faggot ass wants to suck on John Christous balls, then he play his puppet. I went off on him. It wasn’t my greatest moment. But I just lost it. It was a hysterical moment for me, to confirm what I already knew to be true. It got to me for the first time and I went home and cried. But then again, thanks assholes, because you guys have set the fire and created the plot for my new book, that is going to make me a millionaire one day. Walk a straight line.




