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10 cities in two weeks 10 famous rockstars. On my knees. Against the wall. On my tits | 10 cities in two weeks 10 famous rockstars. On my knees. Against the wall. On my tits | ||
I don't care. As long as I get the evidence to prove it. Why? Because I caught my former prick of a boyfriend from Heavy Metal Enthusiasts doing a groupie doggie style backstage on the night we were supposed to be celebrating our 1 year anniversary. | I don't care. As long as I get the evidence to prove it. Why? Because I caught my former prick of a boyfriend from [[Heavy Metal Enthusiasts]] doing a groupie doggie style backstage on the night we were supposed to be celebrating our 1 year anniversary. | ||
He told me I was too uptight. Too vanilla. Too boring. So I got drunk with my bestie, Marsha West, the aspiring videographer. I ranted. I raved. I came up with a crazy idea. What I didn't know was that my best friend recorded me. Marsha put the video up on YouTube. It went viral with 10 million hits. Now I've got fans and sponsors offering me big bucks. | He told me I was too uptight. Too vanilla. Too boring. So I got drunk with my bestie, Marsha West, the aspiring videographer. I ranted. I raved. I came up with a crazy idea. What I didn't know was that my best friend recorded me. Marsha put the video up on YouTube. It went viral with 10 million hits. Now I've got fans and sponsors offering me big bucks. | ||
Latest revision as of 07:28, 11 February 2019
Book 1 in the Rock F*ck Club series
Book Description
10 cities in two weeks 10 famous rockstars. On my knees. Against the wall. On my tits I don't care. As long as I get the evidence to prove it. Why? Because I caught my former prick of a boyfriend from Heavy Metal Enthusiasts doing a groupie doggie style backstage on the night we were supposed to be celebrating our 1 year anniversary.
He told me I was too uptight. Too vanilla. Too boring. So I got drunk with my bestie, Marsha West, the aspiring videographer. I ranted. I raved. I came up with a crazy idea. What I didn't know was that my best friend recorded me. Marsha put the video up on YouTube. It went viral with 10 million hits. Now I've got fans and sponsors offering me big bucks.
Rockstars are volunteering to be my f*ck buddy. Hollywood is calling. I get to choose which rockstars I want. The stakes are high. This sh*t just got real. What could go wrong?
(from Goodreads)
