Finally, we are about to start the weekend, Friday has arrived and it's time for a well-deserved rest after a pretty exhausting week.
I'm driving home in my red Maserati, thinking only of having a refreshing drink. This job as a secret agent has got me so annoyed, you have to keep an eye on everything and sometimes the president comes up with some crazy ideas that put us all on the run. The president should be more considerate.
Vehicle traffic is at its peak, it is unbearable, and the humidity outside is unbearable, the summer has been inclement for everyone. The vehicle's air conditioning is on full blast and I feel the humidity as if the windows are down.
It's so uncomfortable that I've already taken off my tie and jacket; it makes for a good beer and being naked in a swimming pool.
Finally, the long line of vehicles begins to move, it seems that there are some people requesting something or reporting something.
I already noticed, it's my friends ,
, and crazy
. They are asking for collaboration to buy a gift for
who has a birthday. I will tell them that when I get home I will make an HBD transfer and with that, I will be collaborating.
I still have about 40 minutes to go before I get home. Living in the suburbs means that every day I have to suffer this agony on the weekends; everyone wants to get out of the city.
I just got out of the jam and I'm going to press the accelerator to get home as soon as possible. But I feel that something is not right, there is a sound in the right rear of the vehicle. I have to stop to find out what's wrong; I'll park on the side of the road.
Oh boy, the tire is spiked, I'm going to have to change it.
Now the cat's up the creek!
I must change the rubber in this heat that has me sweating like a marathon runner; I seem to be melting like ice cream and there's no girl to eat me.
That's it, I changed the rubber and said a prayer to the big boss of the heavens that nothing will stop me on my way home. Now I am really destroyed.
The first thing I'm going to do is to take a good shower. I remember when I was a kid, mom used to tell me (and she said it very loudly), that the first thing to wash was my ass.
Yes, sir, that was a commandment that could not be dodged, it was mandatory, first the ass, then the elephant's trunk and then everything else.
The ass and the elephant's trunk needed a lot of soap to keep them clean because it was not known if any princess would want to do a thorough check-up.
Well, I have arrived home and on my way to the bathroom, I have been throwing my clothes away. I want to pour water on my body, I am very exhausted and sweaty.
I have already complied with mom's commandment and I have even put shampoo in my hair. I had forgotten to take off my cap; how tired I am.
Once the cleaning is done as it should be, with the ass and the trunk majestically clean, it's time for drying.
I have a towel, which is soft, and huge. The first thing is to dry the face and hair. There's no way I'm going to dry my ass and then my face. No sir that is not done, no matter how clean the ass is.
Once the face and hair are dry everything else doesn't need an order.
I'm as good as new, now to enjoy this welcome weekend.
I hope a princess comes to check that everything is clean and smelly.
I wanted to show you how the backside and the trunk looked like, but they wouldn't let me at home because they are uglier than the elephant.
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to participate and enjoy the theme of this fine weekend.
May the universe grant you all that you long for and may the blessings of health, love, and prosperity cover your homes.
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