I was in Afghanistan, pimping out my bitches to the squaddies.
One one by one they all died from dysentry, though, except the perenial favourite, and even she was quite poorly for quite a while, and I was losing money rapidly.

Afer a few weeks, however, she recovered, and you can imagine my relief, then, when I was finally able to announce to the troops once more: "Whore is well."
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 6 Jun 2012, 11:54, Reply)