Hey all,
I’m submerged in studying for my surgery exam so I’ve been a bit scarce around the blogging world but I just had to share this story my sister told me. I’ll be deep deep deep undercover for the next 2 weeks so I may pop my head in now and then but I’ll be back to my couple times a week writing soon.

So the other night my sis stopped for gas at a station here in the hood. A guy comes up to her and hands her his professional business card for “Daron’s Exotic Delights”. Contents of the card: “Men down to provide your every erotic desire. Mon-Sat 9-12 (didn’t say am or pm). And it gave both a home and a cell number.”

Yep, my sister was approached by a high tech male prostitute. He even let her know that since she was light-skinded (and I meant to spell it that way), her first 30 minutes would be free! WTH!!!!

Now he probably lives with his momma in the basement on a pull-out couch. I didn’t ask if he was 4′9″ or what his grill looked like. I’ll have to do that when I get home!

Thought I would provide y’all with a little Friday comic relief.