There's a phone in my bedroom, but the ringer's disabled. I hate getting heart-stopping calls in the middle of the night from drunks or rellies or both.
A man's bed should be a place of peace.
I went to sleep around midnight with the window wide open, to let some cool air in. I woke with the fright of my life, and screamed. Aaaaah! Someone was climbing in the window.
It turned out to be the cellmate, back from a night's partying, but without her house key.
Funny how some people find a way to get around your careful plans. It's not her fault though. Females are genetically programmed to gauge their own worth in terms of how much inconvenience a male will tolerate.
On the evidence, the cellmate is god's gift to men. I suppose I'm a fortunate creature.
Albert? Haven't you got a gun? They'd never arrest you for shooting someone climbing in your window. You could have been in the money there! Hotboy
ReplyDeleteAlbert? If the wummin can climb in a window, you're obviously too old for her. Shows how athletic the polynesians are! Hardly any of the wummen I know could climb over a piano seat! Maybe you are fortunate after all. Hold your fire in that case! Hotboy
ReplyDeleteYour reprieve came just in time.
ReplyDeleteThe female Polynesian is a fit creature but bulky. A south east asian would have got in without waking me. One lives in hope.
I say!
ReplyDeleteEither your burgle bars are spaced too widely, or your cellmate is extra-specially thin.
It makes me glad that we have Abdul on patrol each night. Plus Armed Response, as a backup.
MM III
Mingers. What woke me was the clang of the head on the bars.
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