DON'T EVER SIT AT THE HIGH TABLE WHEN YOUR WEARS ARE NOT EXPENSIVE ENOUGH TO MATCH IT!

As ever, your guy man, Jack of all trades; master of none!

There was this friend of mine, a mechanic. He was an expert in the repairs of every type of cars At a time he began to bring different expensive cars home. He tells us he buys them. After sometimes, we won't see the cars again. He would tell us that he has sold them.

One day l woo a certain beautifully looking lady. She was so psychedelic. She asked me what brand of car do l used. Out of shame not to loose her, l told her it was an SUV,  latest model. She embraced and kissed me saying, "That's it my guy!" 

I felt like l was in paradise. Her front was excellent!

Her back was superb! 

I promised to take her out on Sunday evening.

On Saturday, l went to my friend the mechanic to see whether he has any new car so that he could lend it to me.

Fortunately, he just brought home one wicked SUV model!

It was like giving a fine sword to a strong warrior!

He told me that he bought it three days ago. On Sunday afternoon l took it and l rode off to pick my angelic baby so that we could go to the Paradise of enjoyment.

I picked her up and she showed me a certain hotel. We arrived there and checked in. We ate, swam together and we went to the other room so that l can show her my lovely skills. One surprising thing was that she continued receiving calls nearly every minute!

When we have had enough fun, we then checked out. I gave her some amount of money but she refused saying that her love for me was not based on money but natural!

When we got to where l packed the car, behold, it was gone!

As l was running helter skelter looking for it, l received a call from my friend the mechanic telling me to return the car immediately that it belongs to an army officer and that he was in his house now to take the car. He said that he lied to him that he just repaired it and he asked one of his boys to go and test it whether it was alright.

When l was through with the call, this lady was nowhere to be seen! 

It was then it dawned on me that "THE NIGHT HOURS AND THE GRAVEYARD ARE TWIN SISTERS BECAUSE BOTH OF THEM HOLD THE MONOPOLY OF FEARS!"

He called again and asked me where l was so that they could just drive down in another car to meet me.

NA THERE I SHOUT SAY I GO die OOOO!