Payin' Dues
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The Boss and The Sellout
By The Boss and The Sellout
Published on 02.28.06
Peddling merch in the sun sure is hard work. Yesterday was great. We had an 80% selling ratio. We had some hard luck selling shirts today however. Sean didn’t sell anything, but he did get slapped five times. The most memorable was when he approached a young lady and suggested that she looked like the type of girl that would wear a “Daddy would be proud” shirt. Shortly after he was slapped in the face, he was seen sprinting down South Beach by previously mentioned girl’s daddy.
Payin' Dues
Peddling merch in the sun sure is hard work. Yesterday was great. We had an 80% selling ratio. We had some hard luck selling shirts today however. Sean didn’t sell anything, but he did get slapped five times. The most memorable was when he approached a young lady and suggested that she looked like the type of girl that would wear a “Daddy would be proud” shirt. Shortly after he was slapped in the face, he was seen sprinting down South Beach by previously mentioned girl’s daddy.
While Sean was being chased, Bridget thought it would be a great time to sit down and tan topless. This was not a good idea. She blinded a lifeguard on a four-wheeler with the whiteness of her breasts, causing him to crash into a garbage can.
No hard feelings John on accepting the million dollars and taking off for Barbados with that 52-year old with fake tits. We understand dude. No woman can resist a man who says he’s “like a volcano waiting to erupt.”
Sean was attempting to relieve some anxiety that was built up over the course of the day with a yoga lesson by the pool, only to find himself being harassed by a group of meat-heads on the balcony above. Where’s the love meat-heads? Where is the love?
Gordy’s studio apartment has become a refugee camp for Rhode Islanders desperate to escape the dismal winter that haunts them at home.
We are on the front lines, taking hand grenades of rejection and overtaking fortresses of success. We will trudge on through the rice patties of uncertainty towards a future distinguished by fame, riches, and bitches. As the 1970’s disco phenomenon, Van McCoy, so eloquently put it: Do The Hustle.
While Sean was being chased, Bridget thought it would be a great time to sit down and tan topless. This was not a good idea. She blinded a lifeguard on a four-wheeler with the whiteness of her breasts, causing him to crash into a garbage can.
No hard feelings John on accepting the million dollars and taking off for Barbados with that 52-year old with fake tits. We understand dude. No woman can resist a man who says he’s “like a volcano waiting to erupt.”
Sean was attempting to relieve some anxiety that was built up over the course of the day with a yoga lesson by the pool, only to find himself being harassed by a group of meat-heads on the balcony above. Where’s the love meat-heads? Where is the love?
Gordy’s studio apartment has become a refugee camp for Rhode Islanders desperate to escape the dismal winter that haunts them at home.
We are on the front lines, taking hand grenades of rejection and overtaking fortresses of success. We will trudge on through the rice patties of uncertainty towards a future distinguished by fame, riches, and bitches. As the 1970’s disco phenomenon, Van McCoy, so eloquently put it: Do The Hustle.