Virgins Unite!(Virgins' Club)

I have the worst job ever. What's worse than my job is the people I have to work with.

First off, there's this ugly bitch with glasses. On the scale from 1 to 10, she's a negative 7. She's really smart though. It's surprising that she's working with us instead of finding the cure for cancer or something. Also, I think she's a dyke, becuase everytime we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a bitch in heat.

This second bitch is the complete opposite. She's an 11 on the scale, but she's as dumb as a rock. She spends all of her time looking in the mirror and putting on her make up, so she never ends up doing any-fucking-thing. It's a miracle that she even remembers to wake up in the morning.

But this last guy, he's the real spectacle. He still dresses like a 1960 beatnik, and he's stoned ALL THE FUCKING TIME. He's constantly eating, and what's worse is that he brings his fucking dog to work, no doubt high off of the second-hand weed smoke that his master gives off. It's hard enough to do any work with these people without the dog, but it's FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE to do any work with this guy and his gigantic fucking Great Dane munching on food EVERY second of EVERY minute. The dog's loud too. Sometimes, I think that the fucking thing's trying to talk to me.

So yeah, I have to drive these people around in my van. We go around solving mysteries and shit.