Having sacrificed her shirt for the dual purpose of disguising the hyper-publicized cellist and bandaging the bleedin' bassist, Gail extricated a daybag from the front passenger seat of a Mini-Cooper through its smashed window. The five ducked into a nearby alleyway, giving Gail the chance to sneak behind a dumpster to make a quick change. The others heard a gasp...then a stifled giggle as she rummaged through the bag. Two minutes later, she made her appearance.
"Kee-rist!", was the collective utterance, followed by a "Wha...huh?"
Gail stood before them, dimly lit by an overhead lamp, wearing a red woolen unionsuit topped off with a shimmering white tutu. "Chanuck ballet, I'm guessing. You don't want to know what the alternative was."
Sheila was more than interested, though, and ducked back to the daybag to peel off the layers of sludge and take advantage of the remaining booty...
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So, not knowing from unionsuits, I had to do a Google image search :)
Hilariously, if you Google unionsuit and tutu, the first result returned is our blog!! Bring on the webhits!!
As of yesterday, we had at least one blog-reader in the Czech Republic.
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