Debbie Does Dallas

So, get this: a friend of mine has been approached by the porn industry to debut in a film. Sure, it's not a debut in the sense of a debutante ball but you know . . . there will be balls. (Yeah, I'm 12.)

I think she's going to go through with it. I'm completely behind (Hee.) the decision to do it (Hee.) because you're only young once, you know. Plus, this person is an adult and able to make these types of decisions.

So, when I'm told about this opportunity, I'm all, "Fuck yeah!" (Hee.)

Then, I took it to S and told him about it and he, very logically said, "While it sounds cool, there are some things to think about: 1. How would this impact your career? What if someone recognizes you in a restaurant while you're at a business lunch? 2. How will you handle if someone comes (Hee.) up to you while you're with a colleague? 3. What if a colleague sees the film?"

All very sound questions that I took back to my friend who said, "You know, we need S around?"

Me, "Hmm?"

Friend, "Well, you and I are like a pack of hyenas just cackling on about the whole thing."

Me, "No . . . it's more like Dumb and Dumber."

So, the time is coming (Hee.) and her time to see the producer is nearing. So, she sent me some pictures of herself. Pictures she wants to take with her to her audition.

None of them were raunchy, but they were very, "Come and get me, big boy."

So, I looked at them and while they were indeed smoking hot, they made me a bit uncomfortable. But, she looked gorgeous only I got sidetracked when I was looking at them and asked,

"Hey, were those taken in your kitchen?"

Her, "Yeah! What did you think?"

Me, "I love your cabinets!!!"

Her, "Mmm, hmm . . . "

Me, "No, seriously, I love glass front cabinetry."

Her, "What about MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?!"

Me, "Oh, yeah . . . you looked nice. Are you in a bungalow?"

She hung up shortly afterward.