unfortunately, the recording software hooked up to my computer decided to malfunction earlier. . .
but I did get told by some giggle girl that she wanted fondle my balls, before handing me off to an older woman who told me she was 40 and that it was a bachelorette party. . .
and then asked me how old I was (I told her) and asked me if I was a gambling man. . . I told her I had grown up in Las Vegas, and knew gambling was an awful tourist trap, even though I worked in the industry.
Damn that would hav emade really good sample material.