Who DOESN’T go out for dinner dressed like a blind bondage enthusiast who’s recently been awarded a minor belt by the nice people at the World Wrestling Whatever It’s Call Now?
NOTHING is more polite to your fellow dinners, also, than sticking your nipple right into their eye-line when they’re just trying to eat their Caesar salad in freaking peace. And nothing is more fun for YOU, the diner/wrestler, than getting to look down at your stomach being bisected by electrical tape just when the dessert tray comes around. TRULY, this is what fine-dining looks like!
