and lets say i didnt want any xbi young lady inside my crib after a long day of work and uber
and lets say she was hands down the hottest xbi lady ive ever seen
and she was wearing a short skirt a beret and a tshirt that said busblog.
so lets say somehow she made her way into my mcmansion and she looked around for a while
while i analyzed my fantasy baseball teams.
lets say in the morning the once-giddy woman was now suddenly seemingly ticked off.
you dont get to be ticked off, i reminded her.
she bounded up a led me into the bathroom.
what is THIS, bald man, doing in your bathroom, she said sharply pointing at a long strand
of brunette hair.
i was all, i never want to see you in that shirt again.
she took it off obediantly
and i whispered
my maid was just here
and i kicked her out.
and threw a sweatshirt at her through the window.
one with a tracking chip in the label