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Damn! I just can't find the time, the energy,

  • Damn! I just can't find the time, the energy, the money, the women, the resources or indeed the hot wasabi paste to
  • do what I really want. So instead, last night I treated myself to a nice dinner out. I dressed up and mustard the will to make a reservation at Madam Wong's Sushi & Noodle Bar.
  • Once I'd drunk my cup of miso soup, I read my fortune cookie. 'Burning the pork chop at both ends leads to nervous eggxitement' it said. Mme Wong approached in divine red silk
  • panties, 6 inch wedge heels and a very skimpy black leather halter top. I wasn't sure where to look. Madame Wong seductively raised her eyebrows and motioned for me to come closer
  • "You lieeekie?" I looked around nervously. "You no worry about Mr. Wong. He work front store looong time. It leal reder top.Good quarity. Come fear it." Was Mme Wong making a sale?
  • "Cloze you eyez," continued Mme. Wong. "Feel how nize. You want?" "How much?" I replied, still a bit concerned that Mr. Wong would be returning any second. "Fo you? Twenty dolla!"
  • "Twenty dollars?! That is preposterous!" Mr. Wong eyed me and said that he would agree to 17.49 but no less. I debated and
  • Decided to not fix the car. The only remaining compressor in the world was $500.00 and I wanted to negotiate the price if the 1993 Volvo was to be properly repaired. Mr. Wong was
  • admant that I replace 'my '93 Volvo with a new-fangled flying car. "Stop being so cheap," Said Mr. Wong. "Get a nice Chevy AirCruiser with Bluetooth and heated seats like the rest
  • of the hoi polloi! I'll give you a good deal." So like a fool I fell for it, and traded in the Volvo, which Wong re-sold for bookoo bucks while I struggled with my buggy new ride.
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2015-08-08 06:58:39
Finished
2016-09-08 11:10:58

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