You’re selling what??

Ok, last week after work I went off to get some various Margarita fixin’s down the road.

I also stopped nearby to get some gas.

At the top of the receipt where the name of the establishment would normally be there was a quite unexpected title.

Note, the following isn’t entirely work safe and if you’re easily offended, don’t even look


I had heard that the area had whorehouses a long time ago and I guess they just can’t let go of the general idea.

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Michael Harrison

Husband, Programmer, Irish dancer, tinkerer, astronomer, layabout (as much as possible)

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