Sex, lies, and the workplace

The book I am currently reading is about prostitution in the late 1800's. The "house of ill repute" where the "fallen women" solicit their customers shares the same name as the restaurant where I work.

They also go into detail as to how the men and women who work at this "house of ill repute" are worse than the women who frequent the establishment.

I laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Then I laughed some more. Knowing what I know about my coworkers and the 'nipple twisting' that goes on behind closed doors (name the movie where that line comes from!) at our place of work (no details, but there have been multiple forms of oral sex and use of various sex toys) (No, I am not kidding.) makes it all the more hilarious.

I really need a new job.

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My mother is obsessed with the show 'Celebrity Rehab'. I don't even begin to try and understand.

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I went to get my nails done today, and almost immediatly afterwards fucked them up. I didn't bother getting them repolished, as I destroy them within days anyway, but still. I would like to have at least 24 hours of shiny, normal looking hands. But no. Not this week.

My sister is having T drive one of the cars over to her house tomorrow so she can show it. She won't drive it, so if this person doesn't buy it I'm not sure what will be done. Good way for T to kill four hours, anyway.

Well.....I guess that's it. And still no fucking spell check.