Sometimes when I get pictures back from a woman to whom I have sent a machete, I have a brief moment of clarity where I stop giving myself double high fives,* and wonder if I have become a pornographer. This usually ends with me turning sideways, putting me my head in my hands as if I have become seasick and sighing.
I generally spend the rest of the day avoiding mirrors.
So it’s nice when my friend Rob finds a new girl for his phone sex centered website, Whore on Hold, and asks me to spread the word. It makes me feel better about myself. No offense, Rob.
As we have all learned previously, I have nothing but respect for those whose work can be classified as “whoredom” as opposed to dirty sluts like myself.
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*This requires that I violate the Pauli Exclusion Principle, but who really cares at this point?
