Aww! Let me rub some salt in those woundsby Mischief Maker 01/16/2010, 10:04am PST
Quétinbec wrote:
It makes you feel like an executioner.
Is your anus still bleeding?
Yeah but you're so much more respectful than those other Johns what with your refusal to use protection and your, "What??? I wasn't intending to pay you, I thought we were on a date!" surprises. And I'm sure those other johns are knowingly infecting these girls with much worse STDs than the (still unidentified) one you have. Besides, their pimps must offer an excellent health care package. You are TOTALLY their favorite John.
Lemme reciprocate for a moment and give a quick glimpse into my career's effect of my lovelife. Holy Shit! I'd always heard about how Lawyers were supposed to be marriage material, but I never realized until I got my JD how many women would start chasing you. Even my failures are opportunities! Last week I was having lunch and was really worn out from lack of sleep the previous night (You definitely earn more per hour than me). Then someone calls my name and it's this girl from the building where I work who I'd been flirting with a little bit. She sits down at my table and strikes up a conversation and I do my best, but I'm so tired I don't do a very good job at playful and flirty so by the end of lunch I'm firmly in the friend zone. Oh well, can't win 'em all, right? Except the very next day she show up at my desk (!) wanting my phone number so she can set me up with her friend (and yes, her friend did call). My parents are so proud of me.
But anyway, congratulations on your rise from shithole whore-bars to upscale ones. At this rate you definitely won't die alone!
