The thai hooker was some time ago.
Well, you'll always have your memories. Until senility strikes, or you let Tom Wilkinson mess with your head.
She seems, however, to have stuck out in your mind...
Yeah, to me you were locked in this whole whore-off with her.
Yay Farscape, Perkins!
Total change of subject: tonight's Fresh Air is all about Abramoff and Delay, and it's really really disconcerting to learn that not only was I used by Jack Abramoff to shaft a tiny Indian tribe in Louisiana, I was used by Ralph Frelling Reed.
I need a hundred showers.
Yeah, to me you were locked in this whole whore-off with her.
This is all rather vivid for you, dear...
This is all rather vivid for you, dear...
Hey, I wasn't the one giving their all to love you long time.
I need a hundred showers.
Use Lush.
I know you feel dirty, but it wasn't your fault so you deserve the nice stuff.
Well, I did get paid for it.
So. Very. Weird.
Hey, I wasn't the one giving their all to love you long time.
No, just the one writing mental fic about it.
Well, I did get paid for it.
That's why you can
afford
the Lush.
You wouldn't have done it had you known.
No, just the one writing mental fic about it.
So now it's fic, is it? Just because none of it ever actually happened, is that any reason to dismiss it out of hand? You people.
Or, in other words, you're the one with the hookers all up in your tagline. I'm not going looking for the hoors you know. I'm just like the Wombles: making good use of the things that I find. If that happens to be a hoor, then is that any reason for me to abandon my principles?
Ah my young Padawan, I left those hookers on the riverbank long ago.
You
are still carrying them.