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Dylan stood outside the Brooklyn warehouse where he was supposed to meet Jon Frilly. Dylan was holding a piece of paper in his hands. Yes, he had the right address. He entered.
The inside of the warehouse was huge and empty. The ceiling looked like it was a mile away. On the far side of the room, thirty horses stood tied to a long metal bar that ran along the wall. In the center of the room, Jon Frilly sat at a very tastefully-designed desk. Dylan walked over to him.
"Uhhhhhh," Dylan said. "Where's the furniture?"
Jon Frilly looked up at him. "Furniture?"
"Yeah, you said I'd be building furniture for ten dollars an hour!"
"Right," said Jon. "The thing is, the actual business I run here is horse breeding. I've always been embarrassed to tell the guys. You know - they're so judgemental. But I'm not really an architect at all; I'm a horse breeder. I'm pretty good at it too. So when I said you'd be 'building furniture', I didn't really mean 'building furniture'."
Dylan scratched his head. "Uhhhhhhh, what did you mean then?"
I meant 'jerking off horses'. When I said 'building furniture', I meant 'jerking off horses'."
Dylan's eyes went wide. "Oh man!" he said. "I'm going to be jerking off horses for ten dollars an hour!"
"Well, pretty much. There's just one thing. When I said 'ten dollars an hour', I didn't really mean 'ten dollars an hour'."
"You didn't?" Dylan asked.
"No."
"What did you mean then?"
"When I said 'ten dollars an hour', I really meant 'five dollars an hour'. You'll be jerking off horses for five dollars an hour. Is that going to be cool?"
"I guess so," Dylan said, and he began taking off his gloves.
Date Written: February 17, 2003
Author: Will Disney
Average Vote: 4.5