Monday, May 11, 2009
A Subway Saturday Night
During these hard economic times I decided to supplement my income. I went downtown on Saturday night to try my hand at male prostitution. (Serving females only, of course.) I thought that until my reputation had been established, that I would undercut my competition with rock bottom prices. After a few tricks women would drive by and holler out "Subway!" Pretty soon everyone was calling me Subway. I just played along until I was ready to go home. Then I asked another prostitute "Why do they keep calling me Subway?" He grinned and said "Five dollar foot long!"
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6 comments:
ha ha ha
i just spit water all over my keyboard...
I was drinking tea, missed the keyboard, but got the desk.
beauty!
do you accept coupons?
YDG & Joy - I guess I should have put a warning on this post.
Billy - I don't know, half off sounds a little scary!
niiiiice
;-)
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