My job used to be easy
As I am a supermodel I used to live the life of riley. All I had to do was turn up at a photoshoot, wear whatever clothing I was asked to, look in the right direction and get paid a shitload of money but recently it has become hell.

God knows exactly when it happened but a recent change to our job description on a global scale means that we also have to have sex with any Honda Accord owner that dishes out vigilante justice within a 100 yard radius. I seem to be doing this a hell of a lot (several times a week nowadays) and am walking like john friggin wayne after the last incident (I won’t shame the bloke in question but let me just say that trying to shove your limited edition light sabre up my ass while reading me your own script treatment to a possible sequel to Krull is not my idea of kinky. I don’t even know what the glaive is for god’s sake!!!!

Sorry for the rant, I have to get off now as duty calls I’ve just heard the tell tale sound of a car bearing down on some local drug dealer.
(mon bison powered by magnets, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 10:33, 3 replies)

isnt glaive
What they make tequila from?
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 11:28, closed)

agave?

(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 12:14, closed)

excellent stuff
click
(jennymnemonic, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:15, closed)