Nasty-ass bitness
Yesterday, it was discovered that a drug-addicted prostitute was using one of our free, public bathrooms to perform her… job. The sad part was that she had a little boy who was just wondering around the lobby, bored with nothing to do. Reports claim that the bathroom had a "funny smell" afterwards, and a milky, gooey-type substance was found in the sink.
I cannot say there is any truth to these claims as I have sworn off ever, ever using that bathroom again. Businesswoman Barbie (our director) gave the woman a talking-to before sending her on her way.
After my co-worker Hillary explained the story to another not-so-bright co-worker, he asked, "What was she doing in there." She responded, "Well, what do prostitutes do, Oliver? Play checkers?"
We’re moving offices next year. Nothing terribly glamorous, but at least we won’t be a stone’s throw away from the projects. Fouler than foul, y’all.
