What's a Ho to do?

Bankrupt. Kaput.Done.GameOver.Goodbye.Toast.Adios.AuRevoir.Elvishasleftthebuilding.

How many ways can you say this sucks.
Don't even ask me what happens next.
Just informed of our impending doom tomorrow. The Company I'm contracted to do for my freight has just sent us a notice saying that they are changing the way they handle our settlements (paycheck). They are out of money and having trouble paying their Bills.
Guess who falls under their "Bills"?
Time to get my Ol' sequined mini-skirt, pink heels, and Platinum Wig out.

All I want to know is what to do with this 43,000 lbs of beef in my trailer. Surely they don't want me to deliver it for free?

Let's Ride Ho's

Comments

Miss Ginger Grant said…
Honey, bring it to me.. I love meat! And I can give you some makeup tips and help with those wigs!
October 14, 2009 at 8:10 PM
the dogs' mother said…
Oh noes!!!
Deliver it and ask them to pay YOU.
October 14, 2009 at 8:25 PM
kim said…
that could turn into one hell of a bbq on the side of the road, don't ya think? Charge $15 a plate and you're good to go!!
October 15, 2009 at 12:48 AM
mrs.missalaineus said…
i'm with kimber. park that shit and sell it off the side of the truck.

take it to the next football event closest to you and have the world's biggest and best tailgate party.

xxalainaxx
October 15, 2009 at 1:55 AM
David Dust said…
Sis, we're opening a hamburger joint!!! Let's call it "The Burger Biatches" - and you can be the hostess in your sequined mini-skirt, pink heels, and platinum wig!

I'll be in charge of the onion rings. EATING the onion rings.

Whatdya say?!?

Hang in there, Ho.

XOXOXOXOXOXO
October 15, 2009 at 7:48 AM
DKG aka Scrappy Doo said…
Sam
Sorry to hear about this. If I can help in any way let me know.
Love You
Donna
October 15, 2009 at 12:10 PM
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