Overheard in Santa Monica
Okay, yes, I know I've been missing from here for far too long to just pop in and post something so trivial as an Overheard without an explanation of what the hell I've been doing, besides posting, for the last month.
But I'm not gonna. Nyah!
As I was walking back to work from my therapist's office yesterday afternoon (more about that in the next few posts), I passed by a small, unmarked storefront on Broadway and heard:
"Hey, I really appreciate your help. I have a fluffer coming in at about 3 o'clock - she'll take care of you."
Is the Valley so full of porn that it overflowed into Santa Monica?
Also, Blogger thinks I spelled "fluffer" wrong. Ah, Blogger. So innocent and naive.
But I'm not gonna. Nyah!
As I was walking back to work from my therapist's office yesterday afternoon (more about that in the next few posts), I passed by a small, unmarked storefront on Broadway and heard:
"Hey, I really appreciate your help. I have a fluffer coming in at about 3 o'clock - she'll take care of you."
Is the Valley so full of porn that it overflowed into Santa Monica?
Also, Blogger thinks I spelled "fluffer" wrong. Ah, Blogger. So innocent and naive.
Labels: overheard
posted by steve at 8:00 PM
2 Comments:
Ha!
Wow, are there even fluffers anymore? I heard they were all put out of work by Viagra.
(Don't ask where I heard that).
Well, I'm just glad they're getting work these days. Go, fluffers!
-Heather
Heather: I've heard the same thing. When I looked up "fluffer" in wikipedia, I read that the only real fluffing left is for "group scenes".
More than either of us wanted to know about fluffing, I'm sure.
Post a Comment
<< Home