Feeling dejected...
I have been a member of our town’s pottery and twerking club for a couple of years, today, due to having a bad hair day I wore a trendy lycra hijab and my line dancing boots as my Nike trainers were full of pancake batter (no bowls left), I knew all eyes were on me, they always are, as I finished the rim of a clay custard jug I began twerking to a bit of Dolly Parton’s “Jolene”, I was stopped and dragged before the committee of senile old farts who told me I was no longer welcome.What did I do wrong?
Update a few hours after posting this:-
I have set up a vajazzling and Merkin workshop and already have a few people signed up..
