The bartender says, “She’s a journo. I’ve had a million journos in this bar; they’re starfuckers. You just gotta be higher-status.”
She can’t, she says, she’s going skiing with the Dalai Lama.
“I just lost everything,” he says. “My money. My house. My job.”
The hot journo says, “My place. Now.”
Numb and stunned, the guy makes his way back to the bar.
“I don’t know!” the guy wails. “I did what you said. I just kept building my career. But all she did was bullshit me. Now she tears my goddamn clothes off, and the only thing I did was get fired!”
“The only thing a journo likes better than lying is fucking somebody out of a job!”