No Shame

I was looking at the photos pj had stored in my laptop and burning them for her, when I came by a super, ultra plus exotic picture….

I asked myself - What is the definition of the word – man??

To me, a man is supposed to be a gentleman, willing to lend a helping hand for those in need and mature in his thoughts.
It does not apply to just any random personal, with a little brother dangling between his thighs.

During my stay in France, I had been through countless adventures with my friends, but I find this episode particularly interesting!!! It was sunny mid-afternoon when we arrived at Blois, checked into our hotel and we were moving our luggage up the stairs. There was this “gentleman” who helped pj and manda with their luggage because they were struggling at the steps. They appreciated his action, not expecting any strings to be tied with his kindness.

Guess what!!! He slotted a piece of paper through our door that very night!!!

It was just an insignificant piece of paper at the door, and nobody realized its presence until manda thought one of us left some paper there. She picked it up, read it, and threw in aside. I picked it up again and I almost puke out all the baguettes and croissants I’ve ever had in France…

Presenting to you, a “love letter” from that so-called “man”…


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From this picture, I could only draw up one conclusion - He is not a man!! No shame…
I feel that it is a total insult to us, and to the word – man. He is really tired of living and his English is horrible!!

I supposed that if he is really desperate and his little brother is misbehaving, it is best that he chop it off. I am not being dirty or mean by saying that, but it’s the first place every decent girl will attack if a man ever come too close to her.

Manda was erupting that night and she was almost going to stomp into his room and stabbed him with a knife. Hahaha!!! Luckily she still kept her cool and the tragedy was prevented. It was a frightening experience for us and we actually slept with a knife by the bed so that we could stab anyone in case something really happens.

All was well that night - no bloodshed.