12.22.00
En route to the mailboxes, via the back hallway, I overheard a stirring pep talk issuing forth from the depths of the 'massage studio' next door.
Rather than spending their extra cash on having sex with anonymous, tarted-up bimbos at this time of year, the greasy fat losers who can't score with normal women are buying presents for loved ones, thus causing a dearth of business for the sex trade industrialites in my building.
"Girls, this is the best job you can have while you're in college! You go to classes during the day, study in the afternoons, and then work here a couple of nights a week and make more money than you could if you had regular jobs!"
And here I was, thinking that stripping was the way to go*!
Silly me.
*Of course, instead of having anonymous sex with greasy fat losers (who can't score with normal women), strippers have to shake their booty and smack greasy fat losers (who can't score with normal women) in the faces with their pasty-encrusted breasts.
