So anyway, a few years back my friends and I decided to go to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show in London's Prince Charles Theatre. They play it every Friday night and little did I know that this is the place where all the weird, cosplaying RHPS fans go every weekend instead of boozing down the pub. It turns out that while they're playing the film they have small cast of people acting out the entire movie below the screen in full regalia. (Check out Frank N. Furter!)
So, before the film starts, they have to have a 'RHPS Virgin's Initiation' ceremony. It's actually not as sinister as it sounds. I think. Basically, if you've never been inducted into this strange and frightening world of Friday-night madness, you have to get up on stage and be 'chosen' (one male, one female, of course) for the cruel baptism into 'non-virgin' status.
So I get up with several other guys and gals, and Riff Raff and Magenta are hmm-ing and hah-ing about who they should choose. Turns out Riff Raff was giving me the eye and says: 'We should choose her, she looks good', but Magenta says: 'No, she's not wearing anything spangly.'
Bitch.
So what's the moral of the story? If you want to go places you've never been to before, wear something spangly.

Er...so that's my Random Story of the Month.

A quickie drawn at the request of . I hope her pneumatic figure makes up for the fact that I didn't draw that R-rated picture that you wanted. Sorry mate.