June
2006
Mario’s revenge
Remember when I made fun of Super Mario in this post? Boy, talk about a stupid decision.
See, today was a hot day. I fetched Timi from kindergarden, got home, had a shower and stayed half-nekkid, only in my shorts, figuring that if Robi has the right to run around dressed like that, then it’s my right too.
Robi came home, approved enthusiastically of my wardrobe decision and soon after, a knock was heard at the door. I rushed into the computer room and asked Robi to open, thinking it was the lady from the first floor with the milk. I waited until I heard the entrance door close and then emerged out of the room, right when a fat blonde plumber was passing before me on his way to our main bathroom. He didn’t even blink. I mechanically put my hands on my chest, turned around and slammed the door. Then three quarters of my blood went to my cheeks while the remaining quarter coloured the ears. I was in shock (wait, I still am).
So there. Dear Super Mario, I won’t make fun of you if you’ll search for sexy pics with pipes again, I promise. Just don’t send your minions to fix our pipes while my own sexy parts are on display, ever. Deal?
Great, now leave it entirely up to my imagination! Do you expect me to believe that the plumber had no camera? You do, you do!
I’d probably be now in prison for plumber murdering if he had one
I’m watching from the neighbour all these while!!! *evil laugh!!! muahahaahaaa
*ducks*