Worked 'Chez Latchford' today. Reason being, I had a lunch appointment with a lady CEO of a diagnostics company. A very vibrant and attractive lady, aged about 43, I would say. We arranged to meet in Piccolnino's, an eyetie emporium, where my eldest has worked part-time since she was 16. The pre-meal banter went well, and I threw the usual one in that I don't like pasta. I warned her in advance that I would be having bologhese sauce with mash. We carried on our convivial banter. The tosser arrived with the food, mine having spaghetti with a SIDE ORDER of mash. Not what I required, though I couldn't create a scene for obvious reasons They brought my plate back with the mash underneath, with the same meal on top We laughed about this and then she suggested we get a room at the Park Royal hotel and was paying Needless to say, I agreed. She was a filthy whore, who even took The Hammerhead TM up the craptube. I love these business-woman sorts . Anyway, once we'd cleaned all the mess up, she said she had to go to meet an estate agent for a cocktail. I asked her what was wrong with my cock, and she explained that it was the best she'd ever had and the agent was only business. "They're all slimey bastards", she said. That is all
Is that so we can do round and do the same? I'm guessing that the estate agent she's meeting for a cocktail will be Sweats and so therefore she'll be dead before dawn so need.
Got the new bitch coming round for tea tonight.. Two bottles of makutu bay Sauvignon blanc .. Three ghb's chloroform and some new Japanese steel global knives .. The lucky bitch
