Admit it. Everyone has a price for everything. Everybody would do “anything” to get… whatever. Everybody is a whore for something. Some for chocolate, some for candy in general. Some people (ex-girlfriend)was a TOTAL whore for yardsales (go figure).
We all know that Jack Batty* is a total whore for attention.
Spritle is a whore for Toblerone™ candy bars and Nutella.
A guy went into a store,
bought Toblerone’s by the score.
When quizzed of the root,
he looked down his snoot,
and said “It’s because I’m a whore.”
Um… I hope you didn’t take my question too literally. :o Unless, of course, part of the boyfriend thing involves leather mini-skirts, lots of eye shadow and a bit of role playing… (Not that it’s any of my business)
A man walks up to a woman and says, “Would you have sex with me for a million dollars?”
The woman says, “Well, sure, I guess.”
The man says, “Great, would you have sex with me for fifty dollars?”
The woman says, “Hell no, what do you think I am?”
The man says, “We’ve already determined what you are, now we’re just haggling over the price.”
Counter to what many may believe, I, Jack Batty am not such an attention whore that I have to type my own name, Jack Batty, on the screen to receive gratification. Nor do I, Jack Batty, feel the need to quote someone else who has used my name - “Jack Batty.” The simple appearance of my name - “Jack Batty” - does nothing for me, Jack Batty. It [sub]Jack Batty[/sub]is merely [sub]Jack Batty[/sub]the very [sub]Jack Batty[/sub]thought of the love [sub]Jack Batty[/sub]that circulates[sub]Jack Batty[/sub] this board [sub]Jack Batty[/sub]that makes me, Jack Batty, happy.
I’m a whore for the corporations. It’s somewhat strange; I’m putting in 60+ hours/week at a dot-com and I like it. I get enough sleep, I have enough recreation, my work atmosphere is laid-back, casual, and fun.
It wasn’t until someone accused me of being a whore to the paycheck until I realized I was.
Eh- I’m still working through my lunch here (if posting once or twice on the SDMB counts).
