Erotic thoughts

With the grace of God, the almighty, today I didn't get a call from Harold Kingston early in the morning to come downstairs and to have breakfast with him, which I was glad about. I woke up exactly at half past nine, I brushed my teeth and descended downstairs. My bowl of breakfast was placed on the table with a spoon beside it.

I marched towards it and remove the silver foil from the bowl only to find a cold boring looking twenty five dollar porridge.

Not again..

I heated the porridge and ate it with a great difficulty with a scrunched nose.

After having my breakfast, I walked towards the lounge to do my today's activity.

There inside the lounge was a small golden statue of a man, he was holding a rod, wearing an ancient time army clothes. As I had nobody to talk with, I took the statue from the table and lifted it up towards my face.

Duh!! I can't even talk with my friends about my current life..

And I know I'm crazy.

Staying with the mafia has led me to lose a nut in my brains.

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