Coochie, that rocks.

Honestly, though, this isn't a bad schtick. LA is overloaded with real estate agents--an ex-client of mine, housewife for 20 years, tried to earn her keep with a real estate license. I figure getting a real estate license out there must be only slightly more difficult than getting a driver's license, and that's only to prevent the Mexicans from buying it all up and officially changing the name to Nuevo Nuevo Mexico. Anything to make you stand out, I guess...

It's fucked up though. If I'm going to pay a commission, I wouldn't want the frumpy chickenhead Stacy to handle it.