No shit, I did. I'm more worried about Lucky the Ironically Named Dog than I am Dana the Normally Named Whore. There's this local old skank that I bang every so often, but I'm so tired of hearing all about how the world, from Costco to the power company, is holding her down. Plus she's got some new stud that can't get it up but likes to watch. Fine, but be quiet and let me do my filthy business.

Big D, ya ol' whore, if you're reading this...by Bat Signal or whatever...bring your ass up to NE Washington state. Legal weed, cheap to live, room for the dog to run, LE doesn't hassle whores...it's the Promised Land. LA and NYC are in your rear view mirror.