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The building next to my work is some sort of direct mailing depot. Every lunchtime, I go outside to find a gaggle of pretty Eastern European chicks sitting outside, smoking cigarettes and chatting in Slovakian (or something). Obviously the depot boss hires them as both cheap labor and as eye candy. Smart man indeed.
Lately, I’ve been tempted to start my own mail order bride company like this one and have the ladies from next door be my brides on offer! I’m sure some of them would rather be married to some rich schmuck than earn minimum wage stuffing envelopes in a warehouse. Besides, they’d go from direct mail to mail order. How hard can it be?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go polish up on my Russian (and maybe even get polished by a Russian).
Lately, I’ve been tempted to start my own mail order bride company like this one and have the ladies from next door be my brides on offer! I’m sure some of them would rather be married to some rich schmuck than earn minimum wage stuffing envelopes in a warehouse. Besides, they’d go from direct mail to mail order. How hard can it be?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go polish up on my Russian (and maybe even get polished by a Russian).