My Life in Public Relations
I knew that the PR job I was doing for the
local rehab center was working when I fielded
a call from a local pharmacist.
local rehab center was working when I fielded
a call from a local pharmacist.
“Hey, we got a naked guy standing here in front
of the prescription counter. Is he one of yours?”
I glanced around: “No, all our
naked guys are accounted for.”
“Well,” said the pharmacist, “I just wanted
to give you people first chance.”
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The Last of the Great Misogynists Goes Down
A poem by Robert Roden of Roseville.
Published on 07.03.03