You're damn right Eye Myt
[QUOTE=EyeMyt;1987192]I went back to check this and I think the NGH name came from guru Peter Rammer or me, not that it makes any difference, it actually was 2006, when things were different then. A lot of mongers have came and gone since then, but.
Peter and Eye hang in there![/QUOTE]I monger, therefore I am. When I stop the world. Or me. Will likely be coming to an end?
Sad to say that the only worker I saw today on the streets was that behemoth Jessie wearing a stylish purple top and HUGE denim shorts. With each step she took the earth seemed to shake and she was like a 7.2 on the richter scale. Lucky for me I had phone #'s and got someone else the easy way.
Since they cut food stamps
[QUOTE=SmackThatAss;1988727]That was Brenda and she didn't flag you down. She got in my car and said she shot the red truck the bird since he is tries to get it for free with you can stay at my place game.
I took Brenda to my spot and put the python out and let her drool all over it and then we went to smackin her tonsils until I creme filled her throat orifice. She did swallow which surprised me but as she usually spits like a foot out the passenger window. She said she needed her vitamins. Either way she was a good girl and it was worth it to me. The whole damage was 20 bucks so you can't complain at that rate.[/QUOTE]The poor, hungry harlot may have needed her pocket python smoothie? I haven't power painted her vixenish vocal cords in quite some time, but your report makes me see the wisdom of seeing her again real soon. Last time I met her at Fulton Pub and she showed me another way to get good head; besides what was poured for me inside. She truly tapped my center barrel and got a nice frothy shot.
I think I may be more suited
[QUOTE=SmackThatAss;1990214]You need to be President of the World. You are a genius![/QUOTE]For a cabinet position such as Secretary of Strumpets. As soon as this hobby is finally legalized here this would become an enormously powerful job. The president's job is too easy these days. He can just sit at his desk and get a top secret BJ while pretending to be doing work. Secretary of Strumpets would work out in the field as they say with his zipper always at half mast. You never know what harebrained hooker you'd meet up with and that would be a challenge.
On another note, this cold weather brings out the creativity of our (re) tarts. I've gotten a bunch of 'I miss you', 'I want to see you' and other bs texts from quite a few of our finer workers. If it stays this cold for much longer, a desperate harlot might even hop in that red pick up you referred to in your other recent post. That would be an act of sheer lunacy, but these trollops ain't the sharpest hoes in the shed. I'd bet that porno dvd would be a groundbreaking story of how not to handle a harlot.