||Then, without warning, Queen Power exploded with all the fury of a gay atomic bomb. Bobby pins, compacts, curlers, lipstick tubes and other femme fatale missiles were flying in the direction of the cops. The war was on. The lilies of the valley had become carnivorous jungle plants. Urged on by cries of Cmon girls, lets go get em, the defenders of Stonewall launched an attack. Flushed with the excitement of battle, a fellow called Gloria pranced around like Wonder Woman, while several Florence Nightingales administered first aid to the fallen warriors. There were some assorted scratches and bruises, but nothing serious was suffered by the honeys turned Madwoman of Chaillot.||
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 17:59:23 +0000
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