The Escort Chronicles, Part I
Just for you, Nick.Prompted by a "well, I'd read about THAT!" last week while imbibing some Old Whisky River, here are a couple of the, shall we say, interesting things that make work so special.
The resident purveyor of all things sex related (I work in a very alternative place of business*) loves to tell stories that are out of left field. I visit him every so often to get a good dose of what-the-fuck? . Here are today's grand slams:
- Male transvestite paid for said good from the company all in quarters. We're talking at least the equivalent of 15 rolls of quarters, here.
- Three ladies decided to bend over at the same time to reveal to that they were going commando under their skirts. In front of an open window.
- Dude with *diamonds* in his front four teeth. Seriously. (Much more disturbing story to go with it, but we're all about rainbows and puppy dogs here on the Swinger.)
One could really just set up a lawn chair across the street and have great fodder for a TV sitcom.
*Which is neither a.) a "call center" b.) a whorehouse or c.) a street corner.
picked from the vine by sv @ 11:26 PM
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