The green / bluey door excursions of westsidex.
So I decided last week to go for a massage. I checked out some place on ads. Oh before I go on, I wouldnt cut my hands off before giving money to some thai and I couldnt be arsed going through all the landmarks and geography of an escort or so I thought. How wrong I was. What became an appointment for a massage became a painting apprenticeship. So I text her and she text me back saying how much and where she was. Great so far so good. I go to where she says she was and I become geographically constipated. She tells me she is next to number 6 and all I get next to number six is a greeny /bluey door which is locked. So I phone her and ask where she is and she tells me. I says all I see is a greeny /bluey door. She says nope its brown. I says nope its bluey / greeny. She says are you in the right place? I says are you? I says can you just tell me again where you are? A brown door next to no 6 she says. I says Im there. She says come in. I says I cant. She says why? I says the door is locked. She says the brown one isnt. I says but the greeny / bluey one is. She says Im not in the greey / bluey door. I says I know. She says its the brown door. I says I know. She says come in. I says I cant. She says to stand over by the other path. I says I will. she says I can see you. I says thats nice isnt it? Then she says something that only I would have said. Hang on and I will come down and get you. Down she came out a shop door and back in a ????????????? Yep a brown door. So my painting apprenticeship came to an end.
Oh by the way, you know the way guys pm each other on here for details of x y or z? Well dont bother because I wont answer you.
yours colourfully,
Westside.
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