Morning Delight anyone

Figure 1. I'd totally look hotter in my orange fish-nets. Plus, I'd use a pink umbrella! Loving the booties though!

Pre-Script Disclaimer: for those uber sensitive types please note – The views issued in this blog-post do not necessarily represent those of Little Goldfish and are in no-way to be taken literally. Please do not view such text as an encouragement of such behaviour as Little Goldfish frowns upon the likes of such people and will not bail your skank-ho ass out of jail should u actually do such unmentionable acts. All interpretation of this text is at your own risk and to be done so with your common sense and a somewhat dirrty, mildly-insane, light-hearted sense of humour. Little Goldfish can in no way (yup, none at all. Nil. Nadda. Zip. Zilch. Zero) be held even remotely responsible for anything.

_________________________________________________________

Solicitation. So sitting at the corner of Witkoppen and Main on the way to work today and there are these ppl handing out flyers and selling everything under sun from handmade rosaries to newspapers to caps and umbrellas as well as not-yet-released-on-big-screen DVDs… And I thought, to myself, looking all hott-shit and what-not in my pink bakkie, that everything but sex is sold on this street corner. This just so happens to be the street corner where Risqy is too… haha. So sex is sold there on a fri and sat night in a not so conventional transaction in more like a “you’re hott, I’m drunk, buy me a shooter and let’s get it on in the bathroom.” Not saying I have (or haven’t) got it on in those cubicles of everything godforsaken and unholy… well not publicly admitting to such slorish behaviour! ;)

Anyways, I figured it’s the recession – or tail end of it anyway – so maybe to improve income, I should offer sex on the street corners in the morning. Goldfish’s morning delight (pty) Ltd. I mean seriously, who’s not up for a bit of morning-delight on the way to work. Traffic is boring, at least it improves the journey to work. And once I’m an established lady-of-the-dawn I can instigate ROAR (right of admission reserved) and screen potential clientele based on money, cars and spamoni-ness! If I plan my day correctly, I could even get a flexi-time job and work that after my morning service. I mean really, exactly HOW illegal is it? And why is it so illegal anyway? If we create a standards bureau and govern such a business with laws of integrity and better-practice policies (including recycling, loyalty cards, and corporate social investment) then really, it’s quite feasible and not a dilution or disembowelment of societal morals. Morals-schmorals anyways. Society is guided by ego and not by morals. Those of moral righteousness not only piss the hell out of everyone but also institute such strict rules that by the very essence of such enforcement and megalomania they erode the very (so-called) “moral-fabric” of society itself. (oooo, totally had fun using all those big words rite there! That’s hott-rite-now!)

Besides it’s not like we don’t in some way solicit sex on nights out anyways. Buying drinks for ppl (or ppl buying us drinks) with only one intention of getting knocked up in the bathroom/car/pool/pillar (aka Eileen)/sofa/car-park/kitchen/bed/etc, etc, my list goes on. Gosh I’m such a slore! Hehe!

On an aside, I’m aware of a fishy-friend who bought themselves a kiss - R30-ish so the other participating party could buy airtime to call his girlfriend and say he’d be home late. Loving the straightness of it all… I guess one can only say: Blame it on the a-a-a-a-alcohol; it’s the goose that got everyone feeling loose.

Oh well, those are my thoughts on morning street corner solicitation. Use it, don’t use it, buy into my franchise – it’s a global business opportunity you know! not. BAM!

Ooo, on the goldfish front:

• goldfish I like has been in constant contact – YAY – but going away from tomorrow to Monday – Ahhh L
• Sunday-goldfish is SMSing lots too… we’ll see. next.
• Moon-of-Fire Goldfish is FBing me all the time and getting quite forward (you know what they say – when the cat’s away, the mice will play)

If u can’t choose one, have ‘em all!!!

BAM!