Keyholes and Hotties
The Police
Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the walls
Another sleepless night for me
It won’t do no good to call, the police
Always coming late if they come at all
And when they arrive
They’d say we’re here to keep the peace
And when the crowd dispersed
They said we all could use some sleep
I wasn’t screaming, nor did I hear voices behind the walls. Unlike Tracy Chapman, I didn’t have to contend with wife-beating neighbors or potbellied policemen. The only pot-bellied guy is myself and although it is another sleepless night for me, the reason this time however borders on the moronic.
The househelp and myself were both locked out of my own house or apartment or shanty, however which way you may want to label the dump that I’m currently calling home. Sure we had to do a little errand for TLOML but we were supposed to be back after an hour or so. We had the keys to the kingdom though we were antsy as hell; Not getting enough sleep to cater to the wishes of ‘She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed’ can do that to any man, woman, or child.
The only frigging thing is that the key decided to emulate Janet Jackson and do its little version of wardrobe malfunction. The gate’s door won’t open. We banged, kicked, twisted, and shouted but the blasted metallic gate won’t open. Our key fits into the slot perfectly (albeit twas a little loose) but it couldn’t open the door.
Hot Mommas
After almost an hour of key twisting and banging, I decided to just drive around. Which took us to Lugaw Republic in Timog. The good thing was it was almost 5AM which means a lot of those terribly yummy girls are coming out of their overpriced clubs and make a beeline for the place that offers the best lugaw in town, or so they say.
Looking at two extremely *&^%able ladies doing their lugaw, I wondered how society can screw us up in this magnitude? I mean, since childhood we were molded, banged and hammered to think, act, and believe that we should only have one woman or man in our lives. Oh for f*ck’s sake why? Why? Oops, there’s another hottie. Why? Why?
I have been thinking of having a threesome with two gorgeous starlets (I guess that doesn’t involve Krista Ranillo now) but because of society’s convention and the very real threat of getting castrated by TLOML, I had to hold that thought. And hold I will.
After we quickly finished our little meal, the helper had the famous Pilugaw and I had super hot bull that’s made even hotter by two hotties who have no qualms about showing the ridges that separate their legs from their butt-cheeks, we got on the car and drove back home. Morning was winning against dawn and we were hopeful that somebody from the compound is already awake and ready to let us in.
We were in fact lucky to chance on one of the tenants taking her son to school. But damn, those girls were hot!
