Saturday, February 7, 2009
Hooker update:
The other night I was at the Chapel with my dear friend Frankie, and after a few pints of PBR I asked him whether or not our mutual friend whom I often see with nasty old dudes at the bar is a hooker. He says she is not, but I'm not sure I believe him. Nonetheless, I'm disappointed. I wanted to know a hooker. I live in Nevada; there are prostitutes everywhere! And yet I don't know any. Just sluts, junkies and alcoholics.
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Dammit, I keep forgetting to ask you and I really want to know and it is driving me MAD. MAD I SAY.
You also know me, and I am a special breed of slut. The international kind.
Hint: she is Asian and used to play the clarinet.
Ohhhhhhhhh.
I think I am enlightened.
I am willing also, if I am correct in my assumption, to agree with you.
But maybe not. What do I know?
Back in the day she seemed like she could potentially become a hooker. I just don't know what to think anymore.
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