Regardless, I think I’m going to call, as I’ve been looking for an excuse to engage with Deja Vu management since that time, about three years ago, when they discouraged me over the phone from bringing my parents and kids into the city for their annual “Melonfest” event… I wish I had the manager on tape as he told me, “Sir, I think you’re misunderstanding. There aren’t really melons here. And there are no ribbons. We’re using the term to signify breasts…. like, ‘She’s sure got some nice melons, doesn’t she?’ This is an all nude dance club. There is no produce.”
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For those of you who don’t know Winston Wolf.
There’s nothing wrong with cleaning up jizz for a living. It’s how Samuel Longhorne Clemens got his start, and it’s how Richard Nixon paid his way through law school. It’s an honorable profession.
Does Obamacare cover labiaplasty?
“Will I be wiping ejaculate from ladies, or men? It may seem like a subtle distinction, but it’s important to me.”
Jesus, Craigslist.
http://annarbor.craigslist.org/crg/4148350593.html
What would a real Pulp Fiction like “cleaner” do at DejaVu? I’ve been thinking about it. Clearly, if there were a dead body to deal with, he’d swoop in and take care of it, but how often does that happen? Once every couple of years at most? More likely, he’d spend his days spraying chemicals on the clothing of patrons to remove ground-in flesh-colored makeup and the overpowering smell of cheap perfume. Maybe, on occasion, he’d also help set up alibis. Maybe he’d have a little office where he could play different soundtracks behind businessmen as they talk to their wives, who are wondering where they are. All in all, I’m guessing it’s not too glamorous or challenging of a job.