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[hugitoutbiatch]

My new best friend.  Hope you tarted yourself up more than usual, because we are heading somewhere fancy and kosher.  Bring your checkbook.

The rest of you, I'm going to need an assistant who isn't a complete fuck-up and can answer a goddamn phone 24/7.  Those of you who think you might be able to last a week without getting fired can leave me your

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[cocksmanship]

What?

[hugitoutbiatch]

Did I stutter?

[cocksmanship]

No. Explain to me, this best friend of yours.

[hugitoutbiatch]

Stalker? I'd try for someone less inclined to rip your balls off and eat them, pal.

[playstheblues]

You're probably not encouraging anyone.

[hugitoutbiatch]

If they can't hack the interview process, they can't hack the job.

[playstheblues]

Do you mean you?

[hugitoutbiatch]

It is my assistant.

[passionforshoes]

What? I can't even get a fucking cheeseburger?

[hugitoutbiatch]

You can, it'll just cost you thirty blues or whatever the hell counts for money around here, so you might as well get steak.

[passionforshoes]

It better be that spoiled child steak that gets foot massages and back rubs and manicures for that price.

[hugitoutbiatch]

Cannibalism already? We aren't eating at the Donner Party Bar and Grill.

[venomouselle]

How inspiring.