Current Affairs

March 12, 2008

Client #9 in 2008

Why is there all of this hoopla about a man spending $4300 on a hooker

I mean come on, it is 2008 we should at least all agree that this is an issue that client # 9 and Mrs. Client # 9 need to deal with, it is an unfortunate thing... That prostitution is illegal and soft money is still legal, it is unfortunate that prostitution has a worse stigma than over eating yet I believe heart attacks kill more people annually than stds that are acquired from ladies (and gentlemen) of the night.

Yes, Client # 9 was a hypocrite in busting prostitution rings only a few short years before he frequented them.  Yes, Client # 9 is a married man, yes, Client # 9 is scary looking.  Really though, it is 2008, can we please quit feigning outrage? 

Some of you may ask, "Jess, why would he cheat?"  I could answer that any number of ways, starting with

* Because his wife quit putting out.

All the way up to 

* Because he thought he could get by with it.

There are a lot of reasons that men cheat, Chris Rock said "We are only as faithful as our options." I don't necessarily believe it but Bob Kelly believes it may have had something to do with the fact that she has given birth to a third of a baseball team a whole outfield if you will. 

I believe that Client # 9 got bored, thought he could get by with it and did it.  If I were him I would be asking why we are attempting to enforce arcane laws instead of rewriting them into 21st century terms. 

I guess we are only as faithful as our options... So, I propose that we start a write in ballot of Client # 9 for president in 2008.  I just hope that this story does not affect the hooker pricing in my part of the world.

January 04, 2008

The thing about me....

Is that I really am a decent guy, though it is covered up by my strange obsessions and willingness to tell everyone everything. 

Example -

I met a girl the other day, she was nice enough but had a chili bowl haircut which I was sure went out of style in 1989, but anyway... I for some reason felt the need to relate to her that when I was in kindergarten I had went to school with a chili bowl haircut and after I saw that and looked at my dick I found an uncanny resemblance.  So, my dick has been known as Theresa ever since because of something that I saw years ago.  My strange obsessive mind actually went ahead and changed my cock's last name to Smith a couple of years ago, because I was sure that Theresa had gotten married to some gent by now and since I did not know her new last name I went generic. I thought that it was a sweet enough story, yet it seemed to get a lukewarm reception from her.

Why did I feel the need to tell this woman that I had just met in a hotel lobby such things about myself?