As my youngest sister was heading for the hospital on Friday night through a rough part of town, she happened to pass a building with a big sign out in front emblazoned with the name STILETTO’S.
You know what it was and I know what it was; but my sweet, pious, devoutly-Catholic sister asked, in all innocence, “Who was Saint Iletto?”
(stripper shoe photo courtesy of www.shoes.com).
2 comments:
Let me guess - the building had no windows, and it's open until very late at night.
My oldest brother was crass enough to mutter something about the patron saint of pole-dancers but not too loudly, as he is apparently more familiar with that particular establishment than is seemly in a married man.
I'm sure he just heard of it word-of-mouth.
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