Hooker Meets Teacher

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Hooker Meets Teacher

If there's one thing a lady of the evening up with which should not have to put is a stickler for grammar. It's tough enough for a woman to make it as a successful entrepeneur in these hard times without having some John, or for that matter, Tom, Dick, or Harry, questioning the way she uses the Queen's English. And if you're looking for a queen, buddy, try the next corner. That ain't my scene, man. I mean that is not my scene. Is that okay? If not, Mr. English teacher, you can go give yourself an F. If you catch my drift. Speaking of catching, I wouldn't do nothing with you anyway. You look like the type that's carrying something nasty. I don't need twenty bucks that bad. Or is it badly? So why don't you just make like a sentence and run on. I can see you're starting to get hot for me anyway. Don't look now, but I think your iambic pentameter is starting to stick out about half a meter. What's the matter? Did your participle stop dangling and start tingling? I'll bet you're just dying to split my infinitive with your big proper diction. Well, it's not going to happen, Professor Punctuation. You can just kiss my asterisk. I wouldn't touch your pole even if was a ten-foot one, and even if I didn't have my period. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I see a group of congressmen coming this way. They don't care how I talk. In fact, they insist that I don't talk. And remember, you literary loser, even if you know the difference between lie and lay, that's never going to help you get laid.