Friday, January 06, 2006

Confessions of a Leasing Agent

If you go to Tokyo, you get geishas. When you come to Tulsa, you will get some of the world's hottest, and we mean, really really hot, leasing agents. (Yes, we think the movie, "Memoirs of a Geisha," SUX!)

Recently, we sent a roving reporter, actually an over-pampered trust fund slacker, on a top secret mission to get first impressions of over 60 randomly selected monster apartment complexes in the Tulsa area.

If you are a single male heterosexual who travel regularly to Tulsa, sooner or later, you will visit one of the many monster apartment complexes. You know what will keep you: free everything, wi-fi, basic cable, maybe a fitness center, and of course, reasonable rent.

But, the real question is what will sell you to sign the 12-month contract. The answer are a really hot leasing agent, preferably female, who knows how to use her cleavage, big juicy, moist cookies, not some cheap-ass hockey pucks to break your front jaw bones, and warm aromatic java that never stops flowing from the big jug lovingly caressed by that really hot leasing agent.

Sorry, we are under some huge pressures from other projects for now. But, we promise to bring you the ratings, comments, and maybe even a naked picture, or two, of leasing agents from the secret mission to get the "Secret Confessions of a Leasing Agent."