Bleep in Their Hands!

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I have taken an old post and edited it, replacing a word or group of words with a "BLEEP!", to make it sound more dirty than it was intended.  Enjoy!

from Luck-o-the-Irish

As we were leaving the second floor, some guys in swim trunks and open shirts got on the elevator with Bleep! in their hands. They were too tan for March and one was wearing jewelry. Right away they started and dominated a conversation about my Bleep! We were just able to communicate our confusion when the elevator door opened to the tenth floor and the gentleman with the gold chain held it there to tell us how he would be taking the Bleep! to Oneok Stadium the following day. He practically demanded we come down and take a picture with it. The doors closed leaving us with the hum of the ice machine, the smell of liquor, and the reverberating sound of Bleep! 

Needless to say, the Stadium was within walking distance from the hotel and the guys from the elevator recognized us and remembered that I am from St. Louis. They gave me a tour of the Bleep!, donning white gloves to turn it around and show me the Tiffany stamp on it's bottom edge. I'm not actually a fan of Bleep! but I am a huge fan of all things shiny. And this Bleep! was very shiny!