Sunday, March 16, 2014

Like a Hooker

I did a Pure Romance party for some friends yesterday and then the wife and I went shopping. This is pretty much a typical conversation for us.

Me: I have a lot of smelly stuff on me.
W: You're like a hooker.
Me: Did you just call me a hooker?
W: Yeah, because you smell. Only nice. Not like a nasty hooker.
Me: Oh, right. I'm a classy hooker. I think that's called an escort.
W: You're like the hooker that's really expensive but then you don't put out.
Me: Exactly.

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