I know what you are thinking so get your dirty ole minds out of the gutter! I am not talking about the ever so seedy pearl necklace given to you in the back of some small dirty bathroom whilst on all fours! I�m taking about the real deal! � The mother of all mothers, the holiest of all holy�s � the little circle of joy that is pried out of the jaws of an oyster, the pearl! I�m talking about what us women need more of � �and what�s that oh goddess fegolicious?� Props my girlfriends � Props. Let�s just say �P� is the letter of the day, and it stands for �Props�. Using this self-professed �Prop� is the best, and I mean best way to get a man�s attention. Just the other night I had some knee slapping fun, for the hell of it I threw on a long strand of (yes they do date back my younger days, the nostalgic days when 80�s wear wasn�t labeled �retro�) tarnishing pearls and headed out on the town (like Samantha ready to pounce!). When I arrived to the dimly lit lounge I was swarmed by a plethora of what us ladies like to refer to as the �triple S� (smart, sexy and single). The line wrapped around the block, everyone from the upper east to lower west wanted to catch a glimpse of fegolicious and her fancy pearls. Now you may be wondering if I embellish. No, I do not � well maybe just an incy wincy. But the moral, the quintessential point of this article is that I had a couple (which could mean three, maybe two � but most likely three) remarks on how �sexy� and �sensuous� I was when I played with my pearls. Twirling them between my dainty and delicate fingers sent the men reeling. Yes, reeling. So why am I telling the whole world about my new found �prop� � well it�s because I am fegolicious, and I owe it to my faithful public to profess this most wielding and wonderful tidbit. We need to stick together, and fool these boys at every chance we get � if they are fooled by some 15-year-old pearls, what will fool them next?
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