"Bra Burners" was new on the gritty Hammond

"Bra Burners" was new on the gritty Hammond biker bar strip. They served tea, scones, crepe, and drinks with little paper parasols, Ethel, Getrude &Rosy's blue hair and buff

ed nails fit the biker scene, but their feminine edged restaurant with all of its elegance felt out of place, even though it had been properly named. "Bra Burners" was gutsy tough

but probably "Bra Openers" would have been a better fit as a restaurant name. And the clients... oh, the clients. They were "la creme de la creme". At least a couple of them, who

se tattoos were correctly spelt with some grammar and punctuation. The rest of 'Bra Openers'' clientele hadn't eaten their literacy pops the day they visited the tattoo parlour

The tattoo had been on a bender since Family Guy had stopped being funny. He drank cough syrup and gasoline mixed with milk. He'd do art in total black outs only to wake up in

His own room with wood walls and ceiling. He had gone absolutely nowhere. His tattoos had to go, he decided. There were way too many of them. "Hell no, we won't go!", half of them

shouted. The other half stood by silently but angry. Let the question be answered in a tatt-off they seemed to be saying. The idiot agreed instantly. He didn't know about the Ink W

-itch and her spectacularly tattooed ta-tas. The idiot, with just a face drawn on his toe (name of Karl) lost the tatt-off and went home with the silent but deadly crowd glaring

and growling softly for blood. Had they not fed yesterday, the would surely have attacked both the idiot and Karl. But no one would forget those faces. The idiot knew not to return