Man Down...
The other evening I walked into one of the local bars to find a rather wealthy looking man. He was talking with what must have been a group of fellow businessmen. And fortunately they were talking about something I'm very familiar with; marriage. So somehow, I wiggled myself into their situation by saying that "marriage is a waste of ones time nowadays because people are only marrying for money."
Well the conversation went on well into the night, that is until I asked if one of them would walk me home (specifically the rich guy, and he did). But on the way "home" I gave him a little kiss and he passed out (I guess I just have a way with men, or it could just be the lipstick). And I couldn't just leave him right in the middle of the street, so I drug him behind a garbage pile (I also made sure to leave him with a much lighter wallet).
And just to make sure he doesn't find me, I think I'll be leaving in a few days...
Well the conversation went on well into the night, that is until I asked if one of them would walk me home (specifically the rich guy, and he did). But on the way "home" I gave him a little kiss and he passed out (I guess I just have a way with men, or it could just be the lipstick). And I couldn't just leave him right in the middle of the street, so I drug him behind a garbage pile (I also made sure to leave him with a much lighter wallet).
And just to make sure he doesn't find me, I think I'll be leaving in a few days...