Wednesday, April 18, 2012

you say escort, I say whore

Can I tell you how much I love the story of the Secret Service and the prostitute? While I do feel bad for the "upscale escort" and her panic attacks (because the secret service absolutely WILL make you disappear....they do not play), I feel even worse for the poor guys involved. This story has blown up to a full crisis and people will end up on the chopping block. It takes years and a shit ton of tax payer money to find and train men who will jump in front of a bullet for the potus.

All I have to say is to the SS - I sit at the opposite end of the Mall and am more than willing...as long as you wear the earpiece...cause that junks is hot.

XO,
B

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