East African't and I met at the big day of his son. East African't as i 've decided to call him, because his morals and values are not necessarily African. He is living in his own self styled, constructed bubble, which apparently is ludicrous.
Due to the fact that he has drank himself to stupor and unknowingly started chatting up a strange lady. His wife decided to drive home with the kids as he has refused to come to his senses and go home.
As at the time his Mrs called to report him, i was home as i don't do much of late night. Bemused and gutted, his wife wondered who 'll pick him. He was virtually deserted to be on his own. How was he going home, no one bothered to care.
Well the East African't finally hired a black cab to do the journey for him. Suddenly, his wife heard him re-emphasising to the cabbie that he has paid the cabbie man, to which the cabbie claims as untrue. The docile looking Mrs is out now in the nearby residential car park allotted to them. As soon as she noticed her hubby, she shook her head in disappointment; back slammed the door and tucked herself in-bed with duvet cover. Jeez, he is at the door, his door keys absent in his pocket. Finally, the door was opened by his wife and she throws the bank card at him.
Consequently, she hissed at him! continuing her pretty sleep with a jet speedo sound.
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