proposed urban legend: noho

1986 - North Hollywood, CA
a hooker in north hollywood was at Michaels with her employer. He pointed to michael and said... do him. she went. They landed in his 1982 Green Pinto on the corner of Elmer and Victory. She thought he looked too classy to live in a pinto. He surprised her by taking him into his 1 bedroom appartment that he shared with his family. She thought his cousins looked too young for her "charms" but she said "fuck it... I had sex with an 11 yr old last week and he definitely seemed over 15." But instead he took her into his orange shag rug carpetted master bedroom. She was a little turned off by the orange (like most of his former hussies) so he offered her some KY. During their interlude they ended up going through an entire bottle. An hour later they were saying their goodbyes and walking to the door when they noticed one thing was amis: Their hands were both covered in KY jelly. "Fuck!" they thought. "What are we going to do now?" They tried to open the door but they couldn't. The handle was made of 1926 Copper and was completely smooth. They died in that room. And ever since, the one bedroom appartment on the corner of Victory and Elmer has always had the ghost of the wet pussy, running amock, leaving women restless and men very happy.

ps: michaels ghost also serves alcohol at his old bar.