So, I'm at the nail salon this evening, getting my mani-pedi on, listening to the two girls next to me chatting away in a language I cannot identify and do not understand. We arrived about the same time, so I'm listening to these girls as I get my pedicure, as I get my manicure, as I sit under the hand-foot dryer. Finally, five minutes before I'm ready to go, the prettier of the two says one phrase I understand:
"Sugar Daddy."
Perfect.
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My boss found my blog again. This time he has full permission to keep reading my crap.
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