Seems as though the Lord of Cats has pushed MY curiosity of 4 sprays of IJ, I duct taped my balls, and took it for a spin. It was a short outing today, so there’s not too much to report. It will be my outing wear tomorrow, too. 
4 sprays of IJ — 1 shared by the top of the hands, 3 around the neck
50 mcgs of P86 — 1 spray of 25 mcgs to the inside valleys of the elbows
MX391 — 1 spray to the throat
20 mcgs of P96 — 1 spray to the throat over the MX391
Restaurant — Two chikadees, chocolate coated, both in their 20s. I’ve seen them on numerous occasions. The hottest one doesn’t care for me much, because I’m a joke with any and everybody, everywhere, type of guy. Still, I do understand that I am NOT a ONE SIZE FITS ALL, and once I find out someone’s taste buds doesn’t crave me, I do my best to give them distance, 'cause I’d be damned if I’m gonna change my smiling ways. 
Onwards!
I walk in, and I as I place my order, the hot one’s watching from about 4 feet away. The one that’s waiting on me can’t stop laughing and smiling as I place my order in crackhead French.
“Yis, I vould like zee fishes with zee shrimpees, anda … zee stringy beanzees, and summa of zee candied yamsa, if poseebul.”
I place my order, throw my hand up at hot one (she did that to me weeks back. I hate that. Say “HELLO.” SPEAK, GIRL! SPEAK! LOL) and take my seat. The hot one walks past me, bends over to clean two tables. Maybe they needed cleaning, but no one was sitting at the tables when I walked in, and no one sat there while I was waiting for my food.
The other one brings my food. I’m eating, and the hot one walks by again. This time she gets the trash. I wish there was a way I could show you what she looks like stuffed nicely in her jeans. Short cut hair, light skinned, and a nice set of toilet grippers, makes my time eating, damn pleasurable. Always in control, I love seeing roses, and I don’t have to pick each and every one I see so to speak. I love slobbing down my food with this kind of view!
I finish my food, go place an order for some stew, to go. I have a card that get’s me 10 percent off, so I say to the cashier, “MY 10 PERCENT OFF, PLEASE.” Miss Hottie jumps in, “YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY THAT EVERY TIME; AND YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSE TO GET 10 PERCENT OFF WITH EVERY ORDER.” Speaking with a forked tongue, I say,
“OH YES, I DO. AND YES I AM, 'CAUSE THAT’S WHAT THE OWNER SAID.” <forgive me, Lord>
She says, “YOU KNOW THE OWNER … THE REAL OLD GUY?”
“YES. HE’S NOT THAT OLD. HE WEARS GLASSES, AND HE’S ALWAYS WEARING SHORTS.”
I’m getting tired of typing. Anyway, she kept chatting me up … on the same subject, until my stew was ready. Got my order and left.
BANK — I had to make a bank run. Cashier of the Caucasian type, blond, 35-40, cute … “MAY I HELP YOU?”
“YES, THE LAST TIME I CAME HERE, I ASKED YOU FOR ONE MILLION DOLLARS IN SMALL UNMARKED BILLS … TODAY, I’M IN NEED OF TWO!”
She laughs. Yes, she knows me, and I, her … not by name. So, I’m paying my bill, and as she hands me my slip, she gives me this look. You’d have to have seen it, but my translation of it was … I WILL JUMP ACROSS THIS COUNTER AND DO YOU HARD, YOU SEXY ASS BEAST! 
With a puppy dog look of PLEASE DON’T LEAVE. She says, “SEE YOU LATER.” I love it when they set themselves up for my favorite comeback to that! “THANKS FOR THE WARNING!”
That concludes my book with THREE possible hits. 
TO BE CONTINUED …
P.S. 4 sprays of IJ didn’t seem that harsh/hard, to me.
