One day, years from now, my children will ask me what I was doing during the coronavirus outbreak of 2020, and I'll say to them "Selling my sperm to make ends meet. Also, how did you get this number?"
@minaballerinaa something else (bartender and waitress were the most common.) It became a running joke for me to tweet out "X = code for stripper" every Thursday morning, regardless of what job they gave, even if it was their actual one.
@minaballerinaa Ah, this is indeed a bit of an inside joke - the morning radio show here in Cleveland used to have girls in every Thursday and guys would call in to win a date with them. They would give their occupation, and despite a vast majority of them being strippers, they would always say
@cybertronicband I can't believe I didn't think to mention Maneater! 🤦♂️ The hardest part about that one is probably getting that delay dialed in perfectly.
What a Christmas! You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so here it is in the style of the Epstein Files:
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⬛⬛⬛ until ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ with ⬛⬛⬛ and ⬛⬛⬛ all over ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ with ⬛⬛⬛ and ⬛⬛⬛⬛ but then ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ with a ⬛⬛⬛⬛ and ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ big black ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ inside ⬛⬛⬛ until ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ "OUCH YOU MOTHER ⬛⬛⬛⬛ so ⬛⬛ and ⬛⬛⬛ pulled ⬛⬛⬛ out of