Dad: Are you going to watch the Victoria secret fashion show tonight?
Me: Eh...I worked at Victoria's secret. See them once, you've seen them all.
Dad: Wow your career history as "thunder thighs" keeps on amazing me.
Me: I don't have the gift of gab and a way with the ladies for nothing...
Dad: LOL
Me: But seriously, I'll pass on the show. Not really into that stuff anymore. Lost its charm once I found out the secret.
Dad: U set me up . . .I'll bite . . .What secret?
Me: Can't tell you. I was potato sacked and thrown into the back of a hot Victoria's Secret delivery truck and driven to an unknown location where i was then given a dark hooded robe. Old temple monks sung ancient hymns and then I was knighted with love passion lotion, wild passion sprits and the 2006 exclusive bra and panty collection, swearing on my undying love for women and everything "exclusive" to hold and protect the origins of the Victoria secret illuminati.
Me: I would hate for Vladimir to be screening my calls and texts to come find me and make me an example of what they do to people to betray the brotherhood back in old country.
7:58 a.m. - 2011-11-30
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