I am entitling my Friday night offering "Blood, Sweat and Beers." It will be my spoken recap of my week in One Hundred Jobs and I will sample and review local and international beers! What's better, after a long, hard week at work, than flipping on your camera, gulping a brewskie and crying into your hands? Nothing, I say! Nothing. Get ready, YouTube, I'm competing with Vaynerchuk!
Secondly, I have opened my Facebook fan page. If you type "One Hundred Jobs" into the Facebook search bar, you'll find my page. I want to get more of y'all involved, so please join! Stop lurking, pervs, and start following!
IN OTHER JOBS:
I spoke with my friend Cheryl last night, who is a successful real estate agent, and she wants to book me for Job 28. She says she wants me to "leverage myself with myself." I have no idea what she means, but maybe after my Friday night beer, I will. More deets next Monday!
AND FINALLY:
I have decided to call a week-long moratorium on all bum and sex-related chatter (bum sex?) after this post. So until February 2, 2010, I will not talk about bums, butts, spanking, behinds, arses or any of the descriptive keywords in Uncle D's website.
To go out with spank, here are photos that I did not edit from George, the Spanker's collection:
And here's a picture of my bunny. I'm just sayin'.
And a final word from George:
Hi Aimee,
I like the work you've done on those photos so far. You selected what were probably my two favorite shots as well.
Those models actually behaved very well, so no spankings were called for.
Sorry to hear you will be easing off the tushy talk on your blog. Maybe I'll come back to haunt you as Freddy the Foot Fetishist. (I am kidding - although you can make good money doing foot gigs as a model, you won't make any from me, as that's not one of my personal perversions.)
As we come to the close of our business arrangement, I am feeling bittersweet. I am happy to have shared some thoughts with you through the ether, and gotten to know you a little better. I remain forever sad, however, that you rejected my first OneHundredJobs offer. In fact, I am waxing poetic:
In My Dreams
By George (the Spanker)
I regret that I may never see
The naked arse of my fair Aimee,
Across my lap, up in the air!
Those glorious glutes! So firm! So bare!
(In my dreams, she says)
"George, please stop! My bum's so sore...
... Well okay, maybe just one more,"
But it's OneHundredJobs she seeks
Not OneHundredSmacks upon her cheeks,
Oh, it would have been wonderful to see
The derriere of my fair Aimee,
Up in the air! For me to spank!
Excuse me now, I'm off to wank.
Beautiful, George, beautiful.
See you on Facebook,
Aimee.
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