True Porn Clerk Stories Part VII

We make all of our notes, jotted phone numbers, and lunch orders on the backs of used notecards which had once been filed away to keep track of inventory.

Nothing says lovin’ like reading an order for Arby’s off of a card while the fast food clerk stares at you, wide-eyed, and you realize that the side of the card facing them says “Confessions of an Anal Queen.”

6 Comments True Porn Clerk Stories Part VII

  1. captain_canadia July 8, 2004 at 12:07 am

    In situations like that, I would steer clear of the “Horsey Sauce”.

    1. admin July 8, 2004 at 10:24 pm

      teh_nooooo! Not the special sauce!

  2. grendel217 July 8, 2004 at 1:31 am

    OMFG i have no words but you can thank you lucky stars it wasn’t the julie ashton model

  3. nge_freek July 8, 2004 at 12:03 am

    Hmm, I think that would be one of the “Am I turned on or scared” situations if I was on the Arby’s end. Unfortunatley I didn’t get any weird shit like that when I was working at McD’s. although I did get a list written an a rolling paper with some odd watermark thing on the corner, I figured it was best not to deal with it and threw it away.

    Then again California and Wisconsin are two totally different states, and maybe its not nearly as widespread there, no pun intended >:)

  4. Anonymous July 8, 2004 at 6:46 pm

    It had to be said

    Sweet robot lovin ain’t complete without the Confessions of an Anal Queen! bwhahaha πŸ˜€

    On a side note, how come interesting shit like this never happens to me? hmph.

    -TDA

    1. admin July 8, 2004 at 10:24 pm

      Re: It had to be said

      Because you don’t work at a porn store, greggerdoodle. πŸ˜‰

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