So the ORKIN guy came
So the ORKIN guy came to the door and did his little inspection thing. He was trying to pressure sell me on a "flea package". My pets are hygienically sound... they are like my children. I don't need a flea package, thank you... "but sir, it's only $1,000,000.00 every two months". No thanks dude, but hey... the "hot light" is on at the Krispy Kreme. Roll out! On my way through the house after he left, I noticed the TV was on... MTV Cribs... crib of the day was Gene Simmons's place. Disgusting. Hugh Heffner pulls up in a stretch and gets out with 4 or 5 saline balloon girls with 5 foot fingernails and stilettos to deliver Gene's personal copy of Playboy magazine. I almost threw up. I remembered why I don't watch that show.
My uncle, the one I went to live with when I went out to CalArts, installed and maintained celebrity phone and security systems. He did Gene’s phone and security system. He said he was the cheapest bastard customer he’s ever had to deal with. He’d always push him to go with the cheapest parts and then blame my uncle when the went tits up.
Heff was delivering the latest issue because Gene’s too cheap for postage I guess. Interesting bit of trivia, Gene is married to one of Heff’s ex-wives, the soft-core diva, Shannon Tweed.
Here’s an interesting bit of reading to see what a cocky bastard Gene is.
holy shit
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