Remain Champagne: I THOUGHT A MARTINI MAKER WAS A BARTENDER.
About five months ago, I was in a stand-up comedy contest sponsored by Hustler. (That just might be the most tawdry thing I’ve ever written in this damn blog. [Yeah! What’s up, relatives who might be reading this!]) Yup. Hustler: the sex shop on the Sunset Strip as well as that…
