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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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