Hey, I’m calling you back. Uh, she’s been a bitch tonight (and by bitch I mean this rain). No cab, nowhere. So I had to put on the wigs, and the heels, and the lashes and the ear and take the train to the club. And you know the MTA should stand for motherfucker touching my ass… So then I get to the club looking like a drowned harassed rat and greeted not by Miss Rose at the door, but our friend, Johnny 5.0. Yes, honey, the NYPD shut down the party! You know before me, I don’t even know it’s kiki! So I hope you’re up, girl, cause we are all coming over. Lock the doors, lower the blinds, fire up the pop machine and put on your heels, cause I know exactly what we need!

Let’s have a kiki.