You Know You’re a Hooker When…

you’re attempting to hit on a woman at a store and in-between throwing some dreadful game her way you begin to spout off the names AND ages of all your children. All EIGHT of your children! Excuse me? Come again? You’re approximately in your late 30’s and you’ve fathered EIGHT children already? And now you’re attempting to recruit another young lady into your bordello of baby mama’s? I’m pretty sure the young lady isn’t thinking, “Oh this one’s a KEEPER!” She’s likely thinking, “I hope this gigolo doesn’t breath too hard on me because I’m bound to pregnant just being in a 2-foot radius of his ass!” Wrap that thing up muchacho!