When my private security comes to "clean up" my apartment, I want them to clean. C-L-E-A-N. Yup, floors, windows, toilet ... and change the sheets while you're at it fellas.
And if I had a masseuse, I'd want them to bring drugs. Cause masseuses that make house calls are slimy and I'd need drugs to let those skanks touch my skin.
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Saturday, January 26, 2008
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