Most of Virgil’s friends were having a hard time in their first year at university. It wasn’t the tuition fees that were difficult; parents looked after that side of things in the main, and they had readied themselves for such expenses for years. And it wasn’t the cost of text books for each paper studied that was the great hardship. Parents had planned for that aspect as well.
What really got Virgil’s friends was the cost of booze. They were young only once, and the price of weekend partying was pretty crippling. And yet Virgil managed. He always seemed to have spare cash for partying on Saturday nights. His parents were not that well off. Virgil’s friends asked him his secret, but he wouldn’t tell. Surely he wasn’t a thief.
What Virgil had discovered was that, once he was in the system, a few minutes at the sperm bank a couple of times a week to make a deposit was all it took. Getting booze money was a pleasure.
Listen the story being read HERE!
I suspect a lot of young men support their partying habit this way. ‘T’ain’t fair – surrogacy to earn money if your a woman takes nine months!
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But Noelle, just think though how many dishes can be washed at the sink in those 9 months!
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What’s that old expression about a bird in the hand?
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I bird in the hand shouldn’t throw stones?
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A bird in the hand has the last laugh?
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A bird in the hand shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds it a can of worms?
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I think you captured the whole ball of wax. I cede to your superior confused expressions.
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I read somewhere (probably in some piece of flash fiction), that they used to use porn magazines in those places….do they use iPads now, or have live porn streaming flatscreens in every room/cubicle? Just wondrin’ …..
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Well, Cynthia, (to my humble embarrassment) I don’t actually know! I’d imagine that flat screens hanging on the wall would be a lot more hygienic. One simply wouldn’t know where a magazine of such ilk had been… (P.S. Automatic correct just changed “such ilk” to “suck ilk” – it’s more intelligent than I thought).
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love it!
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Thwwiiitt! That’s a raspberry!
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First I read this, and laughed. Then I listened to your reading, and laughed some more—I love hearing you read! Then I thought about all the young’uns in their prime and what they’ll do for money….I was reminded of the girls at a Catholic women’s college I knew, who lap danced in Boston’s “combat zone” to earn their own discretionary and walking-around money.
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Hee hee! Now there’s something Noelle above could recommend doing in less than 9 months! (And you wouldn’t even have to be Catholic!)
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Well, I guess there are worse ways to get your booze money!
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Yes, but with the price of booze these days one wonders how they manage to keep it up.
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Well, they’re young, keeping it up might not be such a problem! 🙂
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I can’t remember that far back… 🙂
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That’s your story and we all believe you, because you always report the truth.
I MIGHT have my own internet back on Tuesday or Wednesday; I’m missing all the action, poor me. Cheers from the cool country.
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We (Royal WE) have missed you, There’s very little action here – although a few people have posted some amazing things…
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Handy way to make a little cash!
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LOL! Chris!!! Tut tut!
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Virgil is the wanker that rhymes with banker!
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The banker is a wanker
And I thunk he was also a drunk.
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Now the boozer is a looser
Sans sperm or willing worm.
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Of course by the time Virgil graduated from university he was an alcoholic and legally blind!
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LOL! Is that you Oscar? Everything’s a bit fuzzy!
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Ouch! Watch it, those are my shins you’re whacking with that red-tipped white cane! So these tales ARE autobiographical.
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That’s not a cane…
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I’ve abstained for five years, but I know a cane when I see one.
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The memory dims…
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When memory dims, instinct is brightest.
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lucky bastard!
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😀 He he!
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So he is beating the system… So to speak…
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Well, it’s better than beating the All Blacks maybe… ?
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If it is, then you’re doing it wrong.
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What are you all talking about?
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Cricket…
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balls?
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If only it was always that easy to fund your habits 🙂
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A bit too fictional perhaps! And – to be honest – I’m not sure anyway of one gets paid for such things these days!
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Like the story. That picture is awesome too. I like to think that’s how I’m perceived at parties haha.
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LOL! Perceived or conceived?
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Well in my head you based the picture on me! 😉
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