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Fear not Monday.

rose girl no more at: mbe@drinktothelasses.com

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Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minnute . . .

The tiny little uniform was left in a plastic grocery bag on my boss’ front porch with a tiny little note and a great big replacement check.

When you were doing this . . . you had a BOSS? I thought you were just freelancing that. You really needed a boss to give you orders on how to sell roses to drunken lechers?

Basically, what you're saying is that that guy was your Rose Pimp, then, right?

How do I get THAT job? :D

It was a woman (I hesitate to use the term "lady"), and I needed a "pimp" because-- this is the absolute truth-- she got the roses out of season and wholesale from a supplier, but most importantly, there was a turf war going down over whose rose girls went into which bars. You couldn't just wander into any old restaurant or club. The owners didn't want, like 20 rose girls storming the joint. So there was negotiation over who could go into which bar and when.

Tough, tough world out there, rose-peddling.

March 17, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterMB

As for being the guy who had to interview Belichek after the Super Bowl loss- any Cleveland Browns fan would have happily applied. We STILL hate Belichek.

March 18, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterstarnarcosis
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