Bad Girl

I'm so sick of fish! I've been studying the spawning habits of fish at work, and it's the most boring thing in the world! I'd say it was the most pathetic thing there is, except one of my ex-husbands used to get home from fishing and turn on the TV and start watching fishing shows. Now that's pathetic!

Malone just hasn't been herself since she got back from her date with Brad a few weeks ago. For starters, I don't know if she's wearing her hair different or something, but she just doesn't look right. And then there's the fact that she's moved from sex-starved to nympho status in a short matter of time, in theory if not yet in practice. She's started hanging out at this tacky stripper's dive called "Tudy's," and she's hitting on every man who walks through the door (Sissy told me she was even flirting with Dave - now that's less pathetic and more disgusting)!

Come to find out, Sissy has been selling lingerie out of her briefcase in the office. She said that she's selling them for a sick friend, but I think she's trying to pay off some bills. She'd be too ashamed to admit to that though. I know I certainly was when Reggie Mac Dawson absconded with all my money!

There are these two Alaskan fisherman who I agreed to share government files with. I don't see what the big deal is -- the taxpayers are paying for these files, why the hell shouldn't they get to see them? I foolishly let Malone make dinner reservations for us to meet with the Alaskans, and she made the reservation at Tudy's. Natty about had a heart attack when she walked through the door! Anyway, everything went well - the fisherman left smiling after seeing the files and buying most of Sissy's lingerie! And thank goodness after the spectacle that the evening could have been, Malone decided she didn't want to be a bad girl anymore!