Friday, June 19, 2009

Last night, on the streets of Philly...

I got called a MILF.

By a bunch of dudes in a beat-up Jetta. A Jetta, for crissakes. I realize I was wearing my professional lady clothes, but STILL.

And then the publisher I was with told me to just focus on the last three letters, and it would all be ok. Nope.

I would now like to state for the record that I am not pregnant, nor having I ever been. Nor do I plan to be anytime soon. And if you would L to F me, you will most certainly never have a chance in hell by insinuating that I am an M.

3 comments:

bearfax said...

I have a hard time with the term MILF because it just makes me think of milk and barf mixed together.

But I like moms.

Mike G. said...

for some reason i hear Buster Bluth saying that last sentence in my head.

bearfax said...

I think of me being in Lonely Island and making a video that goes "I like moms and I don't CARE who knows."