Last night roommate brought back to the apartment fried
tubers, what you may call ‘chips funga’ (we should retire this term already!).
Honestly, I think this chap gets more butt than ash trays and all the guns in
the world combined. Unlike me, a one woman kind of a man, roommate is a skirt
chaser. I would say somewhere between Archer meets Hank Moody so skirt chaser
is just one of the many hats he wears. He may not have gotten brain from the
big guy, but he’s probably gotten some from your sister (not that I’m pole
jockeying or nothing)
There is this one lass though, don’t know whether they have
worked out some sort of bang buddy deal or just a whore bag. She is hella
gorgeous though so whenever roommate brings her to the house it’s not because
his home runs have gone to hell and he’s having trouble with the bat. I would
totally hit that as well if I wasn’t allergic to antibiotics and
penicillin<- see what I just did there? See? Aha ha! For all intents and
purposes, let’s call the lady, Caps
Here’s my problem with Caps, she is all kinds of gold
digging *bleep*!!! “Pudding, can you spot me a few hundreds for lunch?” or
“I’ve just seen these real cute shoes and I so want” He knows that she doesn’t
do shit else kind of money but he still gives her whatever she wants. I have
tried tough love (and soft #pause) but Caps always wins not surprisingly so… Man’s
desire for pussy can undo entire civilization; look at the Trojan War, when Hector's brother ran away with the king's wife case in
point, though I'm not sure how historically accurate the movie was
This will be a very short post for two reasons:
-Coming on the heels of Miguna’s book, this may appear to be
a post sponsored by www.miguna.com or
friends for Miguna
-I suspect feelings being caught by the bucket load
I’ll keep trying to make the fella see sense but in the
meantime, I’ll uncap a tusker lager and post this defaming piece
Caps could not be reached for comment by the time this went
to the blog
