I think I'll become a stripper. I was planning on losing a few pounds anyway. Maybe get some breast augmentation and lipo with our savings. I bet I can make a ton in tip money. My DH can become my kept man at last!
I knew in the back of my mind I'd never make it as a writer anyway. Reality has come home to the farm. I'm more likely to win the lottery than become a bestseller.
I wonder how many years I can work as a pole dancer before I'm too saggy to get good tips?
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Ooooh. April Fool's Day.
Well, love, if the past predicts the future you'll be hot for another couple of decades and then 'hot for your age' well into the next century. That's not April Foolin' neither.
Can't comment on plagiarism or MZB as I haven't read anything of hers for decades - 70's? - If you'll publish some reference photgraphs I'd helpfully supply a estimated schedule...;-)
JimBob
Ever the kindred spirit! What a coincidence! I sold all my musical instruments, quit my job, and became a real estate...oops, it's after midnight. Never mind.
WV = "splosco" - What happens when Boss Hawg's right hand man makes a wrong turn when chasing them Duke boys and winds up in the river.
I bet I can find you gigs in Tampa, no matter how wrinkled and saggy you get - You just have to beef up the blonde, use lots of blue eyeshadow, and roll the folds back from your piercings. You'll be good well into your 70's
Hee hee hee ... thanks for adding to the fun!
I assume this is all in good fun. I may be eating my words in a few months!
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