Just so you all know, I worked my ass off trying to find pictures of today’s bang of the week (Carol Imhof, 38" - 25" - 35") that didn’t have that annoying “SEE MORE AT WWW.PLAYBOYPLUS.COM” logo. To no avail. Those suits at Playboy guard their property like pit-bulls.



Anyway, Carol was tied for first runner-up for Playboy Bunny of the Year for 1970. I would like to say that her breasts are definitely much smaller that I would prefer but her beauty is remarkable and she has an amazing bubble butt that suggests that she was a good breeder, thus making up for what is lacking on her chest. Carol has this impish, lolita-esque, yet womanly quality about her. It is quite contradictory and it adds to her mystique.



Carol studied elementary education at Southern Illinois University and worked at the Playboy Club in Chicago. Carol is married and is currently a high school teacher at Richwoods High School in Peoria, Illinois. I wonder how she is holding up.





Anyway, after just 3 days of working at Blockbuster, I officially handed in my resignation. Net profit: approximately $92 dollars. That’s before taxes. I can honestly say that I am glad that I jumped ship when I did because the radioactive environment that I was working in was getting worse by the second. My two co-workers were total assholes and the job was mind-numbingly boring.





When I first started work I was kind of excited because the girl that I was working with had big boobage which she accidentally(?) rubbed against me on several occasions. It doesn’t get much better than that. Then I got to know her better. Let me say this about that: believe it or not ladies, personality does matter to guys. She was a total whack job. After spending five minutes with her, it became clear to me that she had ADHD (Attention-Deficit-Hyperactivity-Disorder to the lay person). A person with ADHD tends to be EXTREMELY self-absorbed and EXTREMELY talkative. She was no exception, believe you me. She loved talking about herself. And she would talk about everything. In about five minutes time I knew all of her innermost secrets.





Apparently she was with a guy that treated her like dirt, knocked her up, and then dumped her. Now, as a 21-year-old single milf, she still hounds him and his new girlfriend, who, according to my former co-worker, he’s also cheating on. As a guy who has seen these types of things before, I can’t tell you how much of a kick this misogynistic asshole is getting out of tormenting his baby’s mama. He’s the type of guy that laughs at her and her tragic circumstances with his guy friends (read: homosexual undertones hear). I should add that this guy’s new girlfriend even got in on the chaos by making threatening calls to my former co-worker, most likely due to my former co-worker’s desperate meddling in their lives. Apparently my former co-worker had to change her phone number because the abusive calls got so bad.



During a particularly juicy episode when my former co-worker and her ex-boyfriend were still vaguely communicating, he picked up their baby boy and told her that he was going to have his new girlfriend raise him because she would be a much better mother. That’s some fucked up shit. This led to a fistfight between these two nitwits with the baby as referee.



I think that the sad thing about this whole sordid affair is that my ex co-worker has been through a lot. I mean, think about it: at 21-years-old she had a child (who she probably resents) with that prick and he dumps her. They produced a life together -- perhaps one of the most significant things that two people can do -- and he leaves her like she’s nothing. Unlike him, she can’t just move on and enjoy her youth like so many other people her age. I think she has this desperate need to have him acknowledge that this monumental thing that they share means something to him. But this just won’t happen. She is in denial about this because she’s going to spend the rest of her life caring for this child alone. The best advice I can give her: cut your losses by cutting off this prick and devote the rest of your life doing your damnedest not to fuck up the life of this innocent baby. But I doubt that she will do this anytime soon because she still has a picture of herself and her serially unfaithful ex-boyfriend together in her wallet.



There isn’t much to be said about my other co-worker. He’s an acne-infested guy who is about my age (27) that has worked at that store for about four years and doesn’t seem to have any further prospects at this point. His favorite movie is “Pirates of the Caribbean”. He was as aloof as fuck and made no overtures of friendship towards me. When I was around him, I had the presence of wallpaper. Since I am a gentlemen, I went to tell him that I was leaving and that I “enjoyed” working with him and I was sorry that things didn’t work out. He didn’t even look at me. At least the psycho-babe with the nice rack acknowledged me when I left.



The unfortunate thing is that I still have to return my Blockbuster employee shirt but I don’t want to enter that store for fear of seeing them again. I think that I will just dump it in the video return slot when the store is closed.