Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Have a Seat

Who is this chic, who was this chic? Who has the gall to come into my home and go into my refrigerator without my word of approval?  Did I say make yourself at home?  Who was she?  And yet, I still do not know her name. Heres a story. I met this nice looking chica one day (period)  I say to this nice looking chica, "drop by my crib later tonight" (period) She comes over later that night, but she is not alone (period) She brings a friend, a friend who is as beautiful as the sky is blue.  I think to myself, wow, I wish I had met this beautiful friend before I met her.

AND THIS IS WHERE the story gets good!  While me and the chica are conversating in the next room.  Her beautiful friend takes it upon herself to get off my nice leather couch, walk across my clean hardwood floors, reach her pretty little fingers outward and proceed to grab a bottle of my delicious tasting FIJI water.  I walk back into the living room, and behold, she is drinking water! WHAT? Did my BUTLER bring you a bottle of water?  I never hired a BUTLER?  Are you the BUTLER?

Leon Terrell Ash approves this storyline.