I get cranky when I don't see Ro enough.

Now... understand this - cranky for me is a small smile, instead of a big toothy grin with a high pitched giggle to follow.

So I was smiling at customers as they came into teh store yesterday, but didn't find them very amusing as I usually do.

I didn't care that Miss Blonde Barbie looking girl was having trouble finding a shoe to fit her size 6 foot.

I didn't care that Mr Johnson needed a cock densensitizing spray because he cums in under ten minutes on average.

I didn't care that Mr & Mrs Smith from down the road found the Bungee swing so fucking cool that they paid $800 for the damn thing.

And more than liklely I won't give a shit about it today.

Aside from that, the Stag Shop looks great. People love it... like it more than Aren't We Naughty.

Waaahahahha!

Fuck you, Aren't We Naughty! We at the Stag Shop are by far more superior. Heh.

Anyways....

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