You may have been wondering, where has your blissfully married duo gone off to? We must come clean.
After Baby left, Bobby hit the Apple Pucker Scnapps hard and found himself passed out naked under a urinal at Pumps Gentlemen's Club in Bushwick. Waterfall went straight to the Foxwoods Casino with our karaoke spoils only to be forcibly removed from the pinochle table for wagering her clothing instead of casino chips. That's called ROCK BOTTOM.
We can't deny the black hole we've been sucked into. We know how hopeless it is to fight the darkness with the light. A quick trill and a spin around the rosary won't deliver us from the evil in our hearts. We have come to feel the painful sting of marriage and it's burns like the glowing embers of a Newport Light as it kisses the porcelain smooth flesh of our Domino's Pizza boy.
Yes, Black Waterfall and Bobby Service have allowed themselves to be seduced and perverted by the caress of leather as is clings to our skin - singing its rapturous anthem while lashing out furiously against raw, supple flesh. Our muscles glistening, moist and hard beneath the leathery surface as we raise our cat o' nine tails in the ultimate release. Karaoke S&M.
We ask you to embrace your hot center and let the sizzling flow rush forth as jungle tom-toms strike your vocal cords into an erotic explosion, unparalleled. Red lights are flashing on and off at fever pitch. We are bursting forth on our hirsute quest for hardcore karaoke satisfaction. In and out, we have bent the art karaoke over the kitchen table and plunged the strict, stiff code of Waterfall-Service deep within - in one glorious, victorious, smoldering eruption.
No babies this time, only the blistering rush of SATISFACTION.
On April 10. Invite Only.
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