Friday, August 5, 2011

Weasel Chronicles Part 2

One day the Weasel tells us that she has come up with a way to make money for rent: Prostitution. I shit you not. I was hanging out with Cow that day and we exchange a look when Weasel tells us that she wants to go down Dewey Ave to do it. I inform her that people don't prostitute on Dewey Ave. What the hell was she thinking?

Cow is laughing hysterically, so the Weasel gets all pissed and goes to change her clothes. She walks out with a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt on and claims that she's going to prostitute. Cow tells her that prostitutes don't dress like that and that she needs to wear short skimpy clothing. The Weasel gets all defensive about it says she doesn't want to be stared at.(While trying to be picked up for sex.) I call her a fucking idiot.

Cow tells her where the prostitutes hang out and Weasel takes off. An hour later my cousin is on his way home when he sees the Weasel on the side of the road. He pulls over and asks her if she needs a ride. She yells “NO!!! I'm working!!!” He looks around and asks what she's working on. She tells him that she's trying to prostitute and he's getting in the way. He asks how many people stopped before he “got in the way”. She stomps away without answering. He is not surprised. She is wearing jeans and a tee shirt. She looks homeless, not for sale. 

A little while later she walks through the door and guess what? Yup, she didn't make any money and had to walk back home.

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