Tag Archives: Operation Hot Sister
Ms. Lap Sitter
It’s that time of year again. The Christmas season. Time to go sit on some pervy Santa’s lap and ask him for random stuff. Like the rest of the masses, I figured that I should take the time to put … Continue reading
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Ms. London Mojo
After the debacle that was Operation Hot Sister, it was clear that I had lost my mojo. Granted, it is debateable whether I ever had any mojo to begin with. Either way, my self-esteem was in tatters. Not paper-shredder-sized tatters. … Continue reading
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Ms. Rock Chick in London
Last night, Ryan the Wandering Menace and I completed Operation Hot Sister. This is our code name for an experiment that we devised in order to test the theory that dressing sluttaciously and exuding off-the-charts stupidity yields greater man-shopping success. … Continue reading
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Ms. London Snow Bunny
Within hours of my arrival at St. Pancras Station, I found myself hitting the streets with Ryan, the Wandering Menace. And as we approached Oxford Street, we promptly found ourselves at the mercy of two charming gentlemen. While I slept … Continue reading
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