Showing posts with label Ivy League Porn Star. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ivy League Porn Star. Show all posts

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Attention Ivy League Porn Stars: Become An Academic Tutor for a Family in West Los Angeles

Apply to be an academic tutor on the Westside of Los Angeles! It’s really a very glamorous job! Definitely more glamorous than working as  Hollywood hooker or an Ivy League Porn Star
We won’t provide health insurance.
We won’t pay travel time or gas.
And when you get sick, we won’t pay you sick time or send you a card.
But what we will do is provide you with plenty of dysfunctional wealthy Los Angeles families with a plethora of issues, very little patience, and children who haven’t heard of terms such as patience, accountability, work ethic or integrity.
And for every client we find for you, we will take 50% to 60% of your hourly salary for “administrative costs”. But don’t worry, there’s an upside!  Since our clientele is located on the Westside, all of our academic tutoring clients will be diagnosed with ADD. But don’t you worry they will be on medication that will wear off exactly 15 minutes before you arrive!
When your clients become unbearable and you need us to mediate the situation, we will play both sides of the field! Hooray! We will trash the client to your face, and meanwhile suck up to the client behind your back.  You’ll never find out, we promise!
And the best part about the position, you’ll never need to take a bath because every house you tutor at has a dog that will jump on you, piss on you, and breathe on you with their hot nasty breath. And when they are done, they will lick you clean with their slimy tongues!
And you will diversify your vocabulary by learning words like bitch, cunt, whore, Hollywood Hooker, Ivy League Porn star, and slut because these are only but a few of the words you’ll hear some of the kids call their mothers, nannies and maybe even you!
If you are smarter than the average American yet have the abuse tolerance of a Hollywood hooker or an Ivy Leauge Porn star, then come on in, apply for the job of academic tutor. We promise you will love it!

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Diamond Vixen, Ivy League Porn Star, has entered the building

When I go out at night, I like to lie. It’s fun and it provides me with some amusement! So when I was out with my friend this weekend, I decided to be Ivy League porn star Diamond Vixen, an up and coming porn star from Van Nuys. I don’t have big boobs or bleach blonde hair. I’m short and look like a Superficklepickle. So in other words, I’m a bit funny looking. So, naturally I thought, that no one would believe my porn star act. Boy was I super duper wrong.

So, I decided to try my luck on these two military men. I thought since they were in the army, they could read through my bullshit. Obviously I was wrong. They wondered what channel Ivy League porn star Diamond Vixen I had been on. They asked where they could buy my videos. When I told them, my footage was on you tube, they got especially excited. Afterall, on you tube, they could see me for free.

They even asked if my friend was also a Ivy League porn star. I told them that she was my apprentice and I was teaching her the ropes to be fickle pickle super duper Ivy League porn star (but between me and you, she doesn’t have the talent to be a top notch porn star).

Then I tried my luck with this goofy bartender. I told him I wanted him to be one of the contestants in this new porn game show I was going to be starring in. He asked me how much the gig paid. I told him it paid minimum wage plus a keg of stale beer. He agreed! I guess, everyone is trying to find their way into Hollywood.

But the end of the night surpised me greatly. At my hotel, I asked the manager where I could get a tub of wipped cream, eight gross of cherries, some hot fudge and cookie crumbs, for a “video shoot” to be done in his hotel. He perked up a bit. He said he could drop off the items for free, if he could watch the filming and provide constructive feedback. I told him, it was a closed set, until he slipped me a fifty dollar bill. Then it became a closed set, with a budget of 50 dollars.

So, my question is, do I look like a Ivy League porn star or is it enough that I just said I was a Ivy League porn star. Are men that incredibly gullible? After all, I am just a Superficklepickle. Fickle pickles are usually not Ivy League porn stars. Fickle pickles don’t have jobs.