Modern Times

I don’t know exactly what is going on with chicks these days. I good buddy of mine had the good grace and courtesy to fly a lovely lady he’d met (and her son), all the way across Canada to live with him in his giant house on the lake. He shipped all her nicknacks, pictures, purfumes, panties and other ladies items and made her feel welcome in his urban castle.

I won’t fill in too many blanks, as the lawyers sometimes read this blog, and I wouldn’t want to get him in trouble.

In any case, the long and short of it is this…

If you don’t want to end up sleeping in your own basement on a couch, snorting dairy whip, while your ex girlfriend, the one you relocated, gets it on with her new boyfriend upstairs on your bed, in your bedroom, in your house, filled with her things… and if you don’t want to have to explain all that to the girl you try to bring back to your damp, manky, sweaty basement couch of lust…  if you don’t want all of that, then maybe it’s already too late.

Andy.

~ by vinylburns on June 14, 2008.