I've been Jonny Nopost this week, but I've got a bountiful one comin' for tonight. Promise your ass. As you can well imagine, the attempted break-in at Ang's place the other day has had me a little distracted. The front door was FINALLY fixed yesterday, so I no longer have to get whisked into the building through the rear entrance like a mayor's whore. And work has been crazy but oddly satisfying (mostly non-sexually) this week.
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so I no longer have to get whisked into the building through the rear entrance like a mayor's whore.
Just because you don't have to, doesn't mean you can't.
The Mayor also gets whisked in through the rear. And that's the way he likes it.
I wish I'd thought of a clever use for "mayor's whore." That shit's gold, man. God lives in little phrases like that.
Discordianstooge, I like flaunting my whorishness through the front door.
Max, I heard he actually likes egg beaters in the rear instead of whisks. It's more efficient.
Bo, if you are saying God has touched me with awesomeness, I agree.
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