Chat with hot girls Dad isn’t stupid enough to fuck with the garbage collector.
Anyway you get the picture, my father was the Devil incarnate and I wasn’t going to get near a beer tonight. Just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, a knock on my door was quickly followed by the appearance of my self appointed nemesis Roger. I have to spend a moment on Roger as he’s crucial to the story, imagine a guy about 5’6”, chat with hot women build in his late 30’s. He’s got thinning blonde hair; watery blue eyes that remind me of someone with sinus problems, and a nose that looked like someone had used it as a punching bag. Roger also suffered from a sagging belly and poor posture. All in all you could be forgiven for thinking this guy was one of Gods losers (I certainly thought he was). The trouble though was that God in his sex chat with hot women wisdom had granted Roger a formidable intellect, which my father, bless his soul, seemed to care more about then me.
Why Roger annoyed me so much, I have no idea, but annoy me he did. And as I have already mentioned, I was already pissed off, so seeing Roger in my doorway only pissed me off more. Of course I was too professional to make this really obvious.
“ Hi Mark, saw your light on and just wanted to remind you about tomorrow night”
“Tomorrow night???” (oh fuck)
“Remember my engagement party…”
“Of course, sorry my minds a million hot sex chat away with this brief, what time again?”
“7 for 7.30, see you then, I have to run, ciao”
Just fucking great, not only do I miss going out tonight, but tomorrow night I’m going to be stuck at Rogers engagement party FUCKKKK. Of course I hadn’t forgot his engagement party, I had no intention of going in the first place, Nietzsche’s abyss suddenly took on the appearance of a tropical holiday in the sun, compared to a night of Rogers company. I groaned loudly bemoaning my sorry fate and sullenly returned to the brief.
At 8.30 the following morning, brief in hand I knocked and entered into Dad’s office. As usual he was there with his secretary Ms Schaeffer. Trudi Schaeffer had been chat with hot girls secretary since he had opened, and just between you and me I’m pretty sure she was fucking him. After all how many other secretaries come in on a Saturday?
“Heres the brief on the Thompson case” I dropped it on his desk.
He glanced at it, and then said, chat with hot girls grab a seat we’ve got some work to do”. |
