I met Ingrid at Roxy. How each of us
had ended up at a gay club, I'll never
know. Anyway, I had been down in the
dumps... NO-ONE had responded to my
friendster profile. I was all psyched
when she offered me a drink. Then she
returned with hemlock... on the rocks.
My advice is if she ever asks you out...
stay home.
Unless, of course, she is using her
connections in NYC to get you into a
show for free, then give her whatever the
hell she wants!!!!!!!!!!!
I met Ingrid several years ago at a
fabulous swinger's club. I was
instantly drawn to her as she oozes
confidence and sexuality...but alas,
she brushed me off. (Could have been
the hideously large boil on my
neck...who knows?!) Several bottles of
tequila, two lap dances and an odd sex-
swing incident later, she was purring
like a kitten in my lap. Needless to
say, I couldn't have asked for a better
person to know in the Big Apple. Good
for a quick romp, mani's and pedi's and
the all important beer, Ingrid is DA
BOMB!
It was the final callbacks for 90210
that provided my first encounter with
Ingrid. I was going over my sides and
I noticed a coked up Shannon Doherty
groping the woman next to her. Seeing
a chance to do good, I quickly and
noisily tossed a pack of Twinkies down
the hall. It lured Ms. Doherty away
instantly. Ingrid was appreciative of
my Good Samaritan efforts and invited
me over. We hit it off immediately.
Discovering a mutual love for cabana
boys and hard-core porn was just the
beginning of what has become a truly
beautiful friendship.
I met Ingrid on the set one sunny
afternoon, I believe it was our third
(and last) day of shooting for "On
Golden Blond". I was the script writer
and she was the fluffer for Ron
Jeremy's lesser known (but certainly
far more handsome) nephew, Chuck. Poor
bastard, he'll never have it that good
again. He may as well just go back to
the monastery. Anyway, I digress. The
point is that in addition to being the
coolest thing to hit this crazy city
since the Bistro Burger and the $2
beer, she's also whiz at pinochle. Who
knew? Such breadth of talent, such
wisdom, such FABULOUS accesories. When
you see her, be sure to bow down before
her splendid wonder. For when you see
her, you will know (cue: dramatic
pause) what it means to be...cool.
Out of all my ho's, Ingrid is the most
dope, the most fly, and the least
skanky. She makes me laugh, and
sometimes she shares her cabana boys.
She is the perfect woman.
had ended up at a gay club, I'll never
know. Anyway, I had been down in the
dumps... NO-ONE had responded to my
friendster profile. I was all psyched
when she offered me a drink. Then she
returned with hemlock... on the rocks.
My advice is if she ever asks you out...
stay home.
Unless, of course, she is using her
connections in NYC to get you into a
show for free, then give her whatever the
hell she wants!!!!!!!!!!!
fabulous swinger's club. I was
instantly drawn to her as she oozes
confidence and sexuality...but alas,
she brushed me off. (Could have been
the hideously large boil on my
neck...who knows?!) Several bottles of
tequila, two lap dances and an odd sex-
swing incident later, she was purring
like a kitten in my lap. Needless to
say, I couldn't have asked for a better
person to know in the Big Apple. Good
for a quick romp, mani's and pedi's and
the all important beer, Ingrid is DA
BOMB!
that provided my first encounter with
Ingrid. I was going over my sides and
I noticed a coked up Shannon Doherty
groping the woman next to her. Seeing
a chance to do good, I quickly and
noisily tossed a pack of Twinkies down
the hall. It lured Ms. Doherty away
instantly. Ingrid was appreciative of
my Good Samaritan efforts and invited
me over. We hit it off immediately.
Discovering a mutual love for cabana
boys and hard-core porn was just the
beginning of what has become a truly
beautiful friendship.
we were mud wrestling on the Las Vegas
Strip. She was always jealous of me
because I have nicer nips!!
afternoon, I believe it was our third
(and last) day of shooting for "On
Golden Blond". I was the script writer
and she was the fluffer for Ron
Jeremy's lesser known (but certainly
far more handsome) nephew, Chuck. Poor
bastard, he'll never have it that good
again. He may as well just go back to
the monastery. Anyway, I digress. The
point is that in addition to being the
coolest thing to hit this crazy city
since the Bistro Burger and the $2
beer, she's also whiz at pinochle. Who
knew? Such breadth of talent, such
wisdom, such FABULOUS accesories. When
you see her, be sure to bow down before
her splendid wonder. For when you see
her, you will know (cue: dramatic
pause) what it means to be...cool.
dope, the most fly, and the least
skanky. She makes me laugh, and
sometimes she shares her cabana boys.
She is the perfect woman.