Don’t worry Jim, we’ll work something out. I promise all parties will be extremely satisfied.
Back off playa’, I run the hoes around here, don’t make me cut your face.
Alright, I’ll do it. I usually do pretty well, but now gunning for someone else, we can be assured it will be a second page finish, but I’ll do my best. If we don’t succeed this time, I’ll keep trying till we land you a spot.
It’s fine, we can work a new deal. You’re worth it, I have been getting nothing but rave reviews about your efforts. Even the old gal that ended up with a dislocated hip had nothing but good things to say.
While we are clearing the air, I have a confession. The pharmaceuticals I have been supplying you, specifically the viagra, has been cheap generic stuff from China. I’m sorry, but starting out I had to cut corners somewhere to make this work. I’ll be getting you the Pfizer from now on, but keep an eye on your gear. Apparently the stuff from overseas has caused donkeys in Tijuana to grow a third testicle. If you do, let me know so we can charge extra.
Another French maid outfit?!? Seriously? Come on man, you gotta stop letting them tear it off you like that, I mean, their teeth are false, but they are still sharp. Oh, and since we are on costumes, your matador gear, more precise, the cape. The dry cleaner called and said they will not accept you dropping it off with that degree of soiling any longer. So, if you don’t wanna have to crack out the Woolite and hand wash it in the sink yourself, for the last time, and I can’t believe I have to tell you again, the cape is for the performance, not for clean up, okay?