Don't Give Up Your Night Job
The older whore cricked her neck from side to side and a loud syncretic clunk resonated from the sliding ligaments and the relocating bones of her subluxing facet joints. A slight burst of tingles fizzled in several fingers of her right hand and she clenched her fist a few times.
'Not good,' she said and brought that hand up to rub her lower neck. Bruce raised his eyebrows. Problem?
'All day' - she bobbed her head to illustrate - 'give blow job, many blow job. Not good my neck!'
'Well, no, it wouldn't be, I imagine,' said Bruce who tried hard not to.
OTHER MONKEYS SAID
Bruce again eh. He is starting to sound like a character in a novel.
But much more "real"...
A wonderful and erudite gentleman who is sadly missed by those that knew him.
RIP Good soul.