the walrus and the carpenter

So, I'm on SKYPE with JP and the conversation goes something like this:


Me: I've gone from having no offers to having too many offers.

JP: That's good. I understand that it could be very difficult to find a job at your age.

Me: Bitch. You don't want me cleaning bathrooms, do you?

JP: Sure! If it's necessary for you. Have you told me about this bathroom... ah...

Me: Fetish.

JP: Yes. Have we discuss this?

Me: No.

JP: I don't know if it's a good thing, but if you want.

Me: Probably not. So what do you think? Some of these offers are here in Europe. In France.

JP: You want to know what I think?

Me: Sure.

JP: I think we should open a brothel in Miami. A mixed one. Boys and girls. You take care of the business and I'll tend bar naked.

Me: A brothel?

JP: Why not? It's a good idea. And the weather would be nice.

Me: Naked?

JP: It's only for the tips. Did I tell you I've practiced paint ball all my week-end?


It's a good thing she's pretty.