Underage prostitutes are forcing experienced sex workers to go home hungry.
The young girls are taking business away from women who have been working the streets for years, says the Papatoetoe agency that helps prostitutes over 18 who want to leave the sex industry.
Gee. Wonder why?
Ladies, I have one word for you: SWALLOW!
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In a post sure to incite frantic giggling and mild sweating all over the blogosphere, Thrillist (via Defamer)has announced that the State of California now offers medical marijuana in vending machines available at four locations, 24 hours a day.
They open for business on Monday, will be closed by Tuesday to extract the bodies of overly-eager clients from underneath their crushing bulk.
After cinching up your doctor’s consultation, hit an AVM location to get your prescription approved, fingerprint taken, and a prepaid credit card loaded with your profile: dosage (3.5 or 7 grams, up to 1oz a week) and strain preference (choice of five, including OG Cush and Granddaddy Purple, the mildly hallucinogenic forebear to Prince). Then day or night, all you do is hit a machine and walk away with enough vacuum-sealed, plastic-encapsulated cheeba to adequately treat your illness, and guarantee your car never smells like new leather again.
No, they don’t carry the Root Beer strain.
No word on whether they carry Doritos.
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Seattle Mayor Greg Nickels said,
“I don’t care what you call it as long as you ride it.”
Yes, folks, that’s what we around these parts call a real friendly city.
If they’re trying to use this enlightening ad to sell 42 Below, I’m thinking that the plan may have backfired. Click to enlarge, in case the details are fuzzy, as, indeed, they would be the next morning.
From the Clio Awards
. Be sure to click the NEXT button when you’re on the site: the second one in the series is particularly amusing!
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