Saturday, September 20, 2014
Job Description
-I need a shrieker!
-Got one.
-To be heard over the Exchange Floor. I mean.
The bustle of IPOs...the news some CEO just got
pinched for a boy sex rap...or the preliminary bellowing
before the Crash!
-Sound of hearts breaking?
-My present girl yells, but then goes all kittenish
and girly-girly. And you can’t freakin hear her!
-This one can do C over C, and sustain. Bottles explode!
-Send her!
-But that’s all she...
-Hey, forget my former reputation! I even chucked
out the Viagra. Actual speed approaching Zero now.
-I went with her a while. It was like: Would you
care to move a bit, Missy? For my, like, ego?
-As I said, I’m done in that department anyway.
-The Earth has kicked into a new orbit!
-Good for The Earth.
Labels: female voice, sex, shrieking, Stock Market, TV, Viagra
