Monday, October 29, 2007
Tunnel of Love
Riding through the Holland Tunnel last night reminded me of the stories I’ve always heard about hookers that stand at either end of the tunnel, get picked up by dudes, blow said dudes and get dropped off at the other end. Back and forth. That’s a lot of pressure, isn’t it? “I hafta have this guy jazzing by the time we hit the other side.” But I guess my own question is, if I pick you up and I don’t pop by the other end of the tunnel, shouldn’t I get my money back? “Hey, great try darling, maybe next time…how'd Sheila do on her math test? great!...see you later..." Like the reverse of Dominos: by NOT coming in 5 minutes or less I get my money back, no? Am I just making too much sense here?
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A guy I know (and no this really wasn't me, I don't have a car) picked up a pro off the side of the freeway and she had a little dog with him. She got in the car, did her thing, jumped out and left the dog!
He took the dog home and told his wife he'd found it on the freeway.
Same person once made mistake of telling a pro he could stay in the room after he left. She did, for three months, on his corporate card. And if this sounds like American Beauty it's because that story was written by a guy who knew the guy this happened to...and again, it wasn't me!
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