I had a *Brilliant* idea today. I'll call escort services and offer them the opportunity to host a "Mystery Hostess" Party. Escorts need sex toys right?
Worst idea ever. I called 10. 8 were disconnected. Of the 2 I got a hold of, 1 laughed at me and the other sounded like she had been living in the depths of hell. Neither were interested in my offer.
I think I've been watching too much Bunny Ranch on HBO. Those girls are so friendly and professional! I thought I'd get a receptionist, not a 350lb mean monster!
Well, I guess what they do is technically illegal so it's not as if they operate a storefront with tulips and cookies. Ya, I'm an idiot.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
What Not to Do
Posted by Katie Proctor at 8:29 PM
Labels: dear diary
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