Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Here's a recent (and typical) texting conversation between me and a friend. Enjoy.
Tammy: Jerry Springer has a stripper showdown today and Tyra is talking about her natural hair. And we do not have real incomes?
Me: I'm in the wrong business.
Tammy: No kidding. Writing informative witty articles or teaching the youth vs. contributing to the country going down the shitter.
Me: Is it too late for me to become a stripper?
Tammy: Probably in L.A. but not in some lesser cities like Fresno. I think they start their training really early is all I'm trying to say.
Me: True. I think I'll start sending out my resume.
Tammy: And by resume you mean that YouTube clip of you dancing at the Brass Monkey after one too many cocktails.
Me: You know it. Strippers do the robot and the cabbage patch, right?
Tammy: Yeah. Just greased up and naked.
Me: I'm posting this convo on my blog.
Tammy: You can title it: Stuff My Friend and I Discuss When Unemployed.