Ladies - This Way

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Imagine my disappointment when I followed the arrow and all I found was a toilet.


Comments

Unknown said…
LMAO...I would have complained!
March 21, 2008 at 3:10 AM
Anonymous said…
We had so much fun! Thanks for celebrating my birthday with me. :)
March 21, 2008 at 8:05 AM
Martini Cartwheels said…
I was about to Wendy. I didn't think it was very nice to tease me like that :)
March 21, 2008 at 8:52 AM
Martini Cartwheels said…
OMG Anonymous - You left a comment!!

Wouldn't have missed my buddie's birthday for anything!

I had a lot of fun too, despite the disappointment of no naked dancing ladies behind door number one.

Hope you, B and S enjoy Boston today.
March 21, 2008 at 8:56 AM
Velvet Ginger said…
You have to admit that's a cool door!
March 21, 2008 at 10:21 AM
Anonymous said…
False advertisement! At least I hope there was toilet paper.
March 21, 2008 at 9:13 PM
Anonymous said…
That's one lucky little leprechaun!
March 22, 2008 at 9:37 AM
Martini Cartwheels said…
Hi VelvetGinger - I thought it was pretty cool too. And unusal. It does catch your eye when you are in the place.

Thank goodness there was at least TP Chewy. The other side of the door was way more dull than what was promised. False advertising indeed!

I think the leprechaun traded in his pot of gold for a little something something Blondie.
March 22, 2008 at 2:13 PM
Anonymous said…
damn what a tease...I wonder who the cruel person was that did that...:))))
March 23, 2008 at 3:59 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey!
Are you hiding on that toilet? (nudge)
March 25, 2008 at 8:53 AM
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