There Geeklawyer was - Friday evening ready to roll - mates on the cellphone saying “where are you GL? We have fillies and beer to quaff!”
Just as he was ready for an evening of debauchery, the doorbell rang. And who was it? Another neighbouring wench looking for lurve? No, it was worse even than that. It was. Good God in a raffia basket!
It’s Ruthie?!!
OMFG!
So rather than having fun, Geeklawyer is compelled to entertain a Solicitor-Inadequate in order to engage in practice development - sigh. Oh well. Better do a podcast then to keep the bint happy. The moral of the story is to give a woman chocolates only when you really want her to turn up.
Well, it’s past midnight. You guys fucking yet?
Oh to hear Ruthie’s dulcet tones on the blog again, it makes my week complete.
And others completely weak
to usefully employed: no. I simply take the food and the presents and run.
Which is the purpose of the food and presents: they slow her down enough for me to have my evil way
to mary: I’m sorry for neglecting you lately. I hear your job is going well
I don’t feel neglected, I know you are a busy woman and a busy lawyer. Someone has to earn a living
I might actually visit England instead of Paris this year…. weeeeeee
You must brow-beat GL some more.
“brow beat”?! Me?!!! Pfff. Even madam doesn’t believe that & she is terribly slow.
you did take her out for a meal, so she must have some abilities to get you to do what she wants.
Dear Ruthie,
How nice to hear what you sound like at last! ( your voice is just as posh as geeks and, lets be honest, twice as sexy)
I’m very glad to see that you have geeklawyer over a barrel with respect to food chocolate and presents, given that having to inspect his t shirt collection for stains whilst wearing a gas mask to fend off the noxious fumes of josticks is an extraordinarily high risk task…
Posh voice? Ruthie? Have you got earwax?
Don’t listen to GL Minxie, Ruthie is an absolute dear and has a wonderful fetish for high heels. Her taste in trainers, on the other hand, leaves much to be desired — white with gold lame embellishments.
Nope!!
Here we go again, the semi-annual rearing of the Ruthie Fan Club. Last time this happened I had to swear total devotion and obedience to Geeklawyer.
My Dear Geek,
You sound like a pair of Fulham estate agents having a drink.
Because? …
Fuxtons?
I had thought you were more cerebral.
Cerebral?! bwahahaha. Very good.
“washing powder causes the death of baby seals”?
what an ingenious male excuse for being a filthy little whorebag. Geeklawyer. I expected better of you!
My Dear Geek,
You were probably talking street to impress the chick lawyers.
You make it sound such a shallow thing to do.
My Dear Geek,
Your bitches seem to like it,Daddyo.
They ain’t my biatches theyz ma hoes.