So here is a fictional story meant to talk about wicked Donna who has left me hanging so many times when I needed her. I guess maybe I need to have a rethink about Donna afterall.
So it was a fine day so many years ago that I first had my first encounter with Donna, there she was, the toast of many, a body so perfect that even presidents died for.

Everyone who came into the building wanted a taste of Donna and she never refused anyone a taste of what she had to offer. That was what always got to me, I felt Donna and I were a match made in heaven, after tasting her goodness one time too many, I should expect some friggin loyalty from Donna but like the whore she is, she always gives it to any man for the right price and that is why we always fight...I like them being loyal.

So one particular event comes to mind, one a cold Tuesday, I stepped into our usual joint for the usual tryst with my girl Donna, my moral was already high thinking about how I was going to have a good time with Donna. So before I got there I stopped at the automated teller machine to make a withdrawal in other to have the swell time with Donna, I even left my buddies behind to have some private time with Donna.

I was sure Donna was faithfully waiting for me to come in and make my grand entry, cash blazing, siren blazing, fun filled night. I was not going to stop until I had had my fill of Donna, Donna that made my head go round and always left me exhausted after our sessions.
So I walked into our spot, only thought in my mind was Donna. I remember everywhere having the Donna scent and it felt so good. So I walked into the building and there was Donna, with her tempting curves and edges smiling...

The problem was, Donna was not smiling at me, she was smiling at the gentleman who wrapped his arms around her.He warpped his arms around her like his life depended on it. I could not take it, the way he was french kissing her lips.
I could not wait to see what would happen next as I am very sure he was going to wrap his arms around her and head to the room for the final showdown before he wakes up and discard her for the whore that she was.

I turned around in anger and left, but not before Donna caught a glimpse of me. She saw the heart break in my eyes and I left before she could call out to me and ensnare me like how she ensnared the gentleman.
So I went to a cinema to quench my anger, everything just seemed to remind me of Donna still. After two excruciating hours of a movie I never really saw, I rushed home to get some rest only to see my friend handling Donna with such professionalism. I knew for sure it was over and I cam late as he was gulping the last bottle of Donna alcohol I thought I was the only person in the world that liked.

Turned out that Donna alcohol was everybody's whore. That was how I moved on to other brands in anger. lol