Today’s email:
From my dear old friend and confidant Mlle Jenny, as mailed to her by her Co-Worker Neil:
When I checked into my motel room, recently, I said to the lady at the desk:
“I hope the porn channel in my room is disabled.”“No,” she said, “it’s regular porn, you sick bastard.”

Thanks for the smile, though I’m only smiling with half of my face since I just got home from the dentist.
That is just to good. Never meet a clerk that witty myself.
Shit… that made me snorkle my Cheerwine…. and that shit BURNS.
Thanks, man.