Tuesday, April 7, 2009

So a reporter contacted me


Asking if he could do an interview into this life style? The conditions; total anonymity for both of us, (no actual names or images would be used), we would meet over dinner and discuss what goes on in these situations, and most importantly this would be unpaid. So basically this mother f^ker is a creative bastard trying to get his fucking rocks off on my God D@mned dime. Well, I agreed to meet with him because I'm a dick. I played my part perfectly; I was charming, witty, enjoyable- basically everything he wanted me to be but as dinner drew to a close I had a little ace up my sleeve. I had hired a hooker myself to come and bust up our dinner- basically some queen to throw a hissy fit over his cheating man and after everything he's been through- it's one thing when it's your WIFE but scoring on some other trick behind his back- I don't think so punk @ss b!tch cum guzzling punami munching hooptey... I don't know what any of it meant but the guy was mortified and in the ensuing drama I very gracefully extracted myself from a sticky situation... I wonder if I remembered to pay my whore... Minor detail; I'm sure my reporter won't mind covering me IF I didn't. ;)

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