This is my friend I call Gaylord. She is a whore. You can tell by the photo. I used to work with her and a sassy gal named Churl, who has the ability to injure herself in the oddest ways (go ahead, tell them how you “fell” on your toothbrush and poked a hole in your mouth. While sober.)
Anyway, they taunted me by saying they were going to send me something, something so cool that I seriously laid in bed at night with anticipation. Then the mail came today. An envelope. Suspiciously with no return address. And guess what they sent to me?
They sent me their PUBIC hair. They spent weeks growing it and combing it out. Churl told me she even used hair glaze on hers to give it shine. Gaylord even threw in her crabs for free. Documentation of the mission is above.
I miss working with them. A lot.
You WISH that was my pubic hair.
Comment by Gaylord — February 11, 2008 @ 9:56 pm
Lawyer (cross-examining a woman): I accuse you of unprofessional conduct in setting your boss’ pubic hair on fire.
Woman: Well, it was certainly unprofessional conduct for him to expose himself to me.
Comment by Kevin — February 12, 2008 @ 12:18 am