Instant Messaged

Her: I don’t know why I still say “we” when I refer to my old job. I think I have Stockholm Syndrome.

Me: HA. That’s better than Helsinki Handjobdrome.

Her: ex CUSE me. What?! What is Helsinki Handjobdrome? I don’t know why I’m even asking.

Me: When you give people handjobs for no reason. Duh.

Me: Was that not clear?

Her: Of course it is. You have that issue?

Me: No but it’s happened to me. People just try to jerk me off. Because I’m so handsome.

Her: In public… For no reason…

Me: Sure. Happened on the 2/3 train last week. (Downtown tracks, obvi.)

Her: You let it happen I’m sure. No “Excuse me sir, please unhand me.”

Me: Sir? No, they’re always ladies. This particular lass was homeless. About 65 or 70. She smiled a toothless, gummy grin at me as she quietly jerked me off.

Her: Disgusting.

Me: Then she urinated in her pink Dora the Explorer sweatpants and we both got off the train. We never spoke a word to each other. It was magical.

Her: DISGUSTING.

Me: Handjobs aren’t disgusting.

Me: They’re a part of life.

(Ten minutes later)

Me: Hello?

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    THIS IS ALL THE THINGS. I’M DEAD.
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  3. deservemore said: I’m so happy you’re back. :)
  4. pretentiousboulevard said: The fact that you’re back in my life makes want to give handjobs.
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  6. bnycb said: So glad you’re back, dude.
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