It started off as something so innocent... she said she just wanted to look in the designer store. "Sure," I said, why not? No harm ever came from feasting one's eyes on some apparel. Before I knew it, my credit card was maxed out and I had enough hand bags to provide for an entire homeless shelter.
"Thanks for taking me shopping sweetie. I love these hand bags. You are so nice to me."
"Oh, no problem. Anytime for you babe."- Jesus Christ! Did I just say that!? What the fuck was I thinking... I am going to have to work over-time for the next two weeks atleast if I am even going to attempt to pay for all this shit. Oh well, that's love for you- designer stores... hand bags made from the skin of a zebra's asshole... credit card bills that make your fucking eyes explode. All should be so fortunate...
-Josh
"Thanks for taking me shopping sweetie. I love these hand bags. You are so nice to me."
"Oh, no problem. Anytime for you babe."- Jesus Christ! Did I just say that!? What the fuck was I thinking... I am going to have to work over-time for the next two weeks atleast if I am even going to attempt to pay for all this shit. Oh well, that's love for you- designer stores... hand bags made from the skin of a zebra's asshole... credit card bills that make your fucking eyes explode. All should be so fortunate...
-Josh
