From Nerve.com, BODY WORK:
A month later, after I spent a day in Queens filing in the nude, my sister requested that if I was going to sell myself, I do it someplace where she wouldn’t worry I’d be raped or killed. So I answered a Craigslist ad for “artists” — full-time pay, part-time hours, no sex — and there I was, sitting with Robin in an Upper East Side diner at three in the afternoon, picking at my pancakes and talking about handjobs.
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I hate to say it, but… that story had a happy ending.
hahahahah, Ok, I’ll fucking laugh. I will ACKNOWLEDGE that with some laughs. Damnit, but the pun is still unpardonnable.