Saturday, August 27, 2011


I used to work at this hotel in Maryland Heights. We had these railroad workers who came in every day, they were hotel regulars, the company sent them and they were always in and out on their routes.
This one who came in all the time had a crush on me, and used to flirt with me at the front desk all the time.
One day he saw my engagement ring and he said "I'm going to steal you away from your fiance." I said "Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?"
He said "Well, I don't want to brag but I am really good in bed."
I said "That's all well and good, but do you do laundry?"
He said "What? Laundry? Are you kidding me? No way."
I said "Oh, that's too bad. I guess the deal is off, then."
He said "What? Why? I told you I'm great in bed!"
I said "Yeah, guys that are great in bed are a dime a dozen. I can find those anywhere, heck, I can train a man to be good in bed. But guys who do laundry are the keepers."
Oh the look on his face. But I speak the truth, do I not, ladies?

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