Guess who’s back!

Yeah, it’s our favorite attention grabbing whore Brad.

From Saturday:

Well, first of all, thank you for the most sexually charged day of my entire life!  And I’m so sorry for crossing the line and being disrespectful a couple of times in my madness. 

Obviously I am completely fucking broke and horrified by what I’ve done. I can barely live with what I did and I’m going to have go without “phone sex” of any kind and eat balogna sandwhiches for months.  I don’t expect to get away without paying to take the posts down, but I really hope that we can look at me paying the $100 as just a hopefully amusing way of tributing you, and you will still let me pay the $50 to take it down?  Even that I will probably have to wait a few days for because I’m already terrified my credit card company is going to call our house with a fraud alert and will be living in fear, trying to keep Annabeth away from the phone for the next 2 days. Thanks so much for everything, you’re really amazing for being able to deal with guys like me, let alone make it so fun! I love you,


ugggggh you guys

He also sent an email about his fat wife annabeth, which you can listen to a dramatic reading of here:

Of course he already left feedback. Barf
Wife Shaming

Wife Shaming- yeah I do that

Edited to add: I love when they pay.

Some guys get off on having me, arguably a perfect 10, talk shit about their wives.

I am ok with that.

Like this guy- his wife’s name is XXXXXXXXX, which is a dumb fucking name but hey, considering her age, chances are she didn’t choose it. XXXXXXXXX could use a little encouragement to step back from the table and PUT.THE.HAMBURGER.DOWN. If you know what I mean.

Don’t believe me? OK… here we go:

Which I will. When you pay me. ETA- Good boy, you paid

Puppy asking omg why

Sold a pup

don’t you just love that phrase? Sold a pup. to be swindled. Talked into getting something you didnt neccessarily want or need.

What I find sad, and it is something that has the capability of actually depressing the fuck out of me, is that eventually the good ones (clients) end up believing that they have been sold a pup. Somewhere along the way they stop remembering how we got started and end up thinking (somewhat rightly) that we have created a relationship… but the beginning always stands in the way and inevitably I get whapped in the face with the fact that I am ‘just a PSO’ and that I am ‘being paid’ to give them attention.

As if the almighty dollar has that much sway on whether or not I block you, give you bad phone, or am attentive and interested in you. You’d think that after nine years I would stop being surprised.

sadly, I am an optimist. 

Today I got pride and prejudice in the mail as well as a book, lies my teacher told me, from MG. It was a very nice present– I like presents. not as much as I like videotaping someone while they torture themselves at my behest though.


Tomorrow my sis and I are off  to get blue and purple hair, hooray! Then on Thursday I am going to the Getty Villa. For a month I have been fretting over money to have enough for the Getty and then my engine dies and needs rebuilding. *sigh*

Thank god for miracles, and kindly family member