My mom is always all like "Don't be whoring yourself out anymore I'm sick of having to bail you out at 3 in the morning from some seedy Detroit-based-area jailhouse outside of a local rest stop." God, cut the umbilical chord lady! So then I went to the store and wouldn't you know it asking a cop how much he'll give for a BJ can be held against you in a court of law. PLUS, anything you say or do can be held against you thereafter, EVEN if they're off-duty. And even if they accept the blow. It just doesn't seem fair. So then I made a couple of commisary dollars by whoring myself out to some guy named Guy! Have you ever heard of that! How can a guy's name be Guy? That's just crazy. I enjoy pushing fat kids too. Call me!