Thursday, June 18, 2009

it is 32 o'clock

Apparently, sleep is a luxury I can not afford. For real, its like 9 billion euros per 15 minutes. THINK OF THE CONVERSION RATE! Thats like too much money. Oh well, who needs sleep anyway. There 24 usuable hours in every day. So that just begs the question, how should I be using my usuable hours now? "YOU SHOULD BE SLEEPING!" but that is too easy of an answer. How about I learn how to give massages? That could be interesting. I could moonlight as a masseuse in the wee hours of the morning, fending off impressionable young men who want a happy ending and are willing to pay. I guess it would depend on how much they're offering. Everyone has their price, right? Mine just happens to be at 36 billion euros. Hey man, don't judge. It's an hours sleep. But what if I get repeat clients? Won't they get tired of my callussie hands? That means I'd have to spend money on lotion and stuff. And what if they want me to use girly smelling lotion. Well, thats where I draw the line. My hands should not be smelling like lilacs or Sweet morning dew. Ofcourse they could request some kind musk/old spice scent. I think I could do that. I mean, thats pretty damn manly, right? And then, when I go out to da club, I can rub it all over muh body and let the womenses flock to me like I was kobe beef in the meat market. So maybe this plan has some merit, plus my hands will be soft. The End.