I'm Being Pimped

I came home for lunch because I was running late this morning and didn't think I gave my dog enough time "outside" before I left and was worried he'd have an accident. So, I figured, while I'm home, I'll jump online for a minute. That's when I found out that I'm being pimped out and I didn't have any idea. Apparently, I'm making Jerk all kinds of money, and he's keeping it a secret from me. In fact, I'm his #1 commodity! I left him a comment that we'll need to start discussing $$ or I'm out...and don't be surprised if you find some sort of horse head in the bed - HA! ha ha ha haaaa (that's an evil laugh - if only I were Italian). He's got more blogshares from me then I have in my own savings account! C'mon Jerk, at least put me up in a penthouse somewhere and give me a clothes budget and some really cool hotel manager that will make the mean ladies at the boutiques be sweet to me (hey, Sabs, I'll leave you some money at the front desk). And by they way, I'm not doing drugs in the bathroom, I'm flossing my teeth thank you very much! (anyone want to name that movie?)