The one that got away Part 2 _The sequel
I decided to make Mpume Sithole's day have and pen a sequel to the entertaining story in my previous post of how I choked on my words like a virgin teenage boy and ended up in the friend zone. I've been struggling as of late to even string two paragraphs together (Nope! its not because I got a girlfriend), writers block has been sticking to me like a g-string between a fat girls buttocks. So do excuse me if I don't hit the peaks of hysteria that all of you have grown accustomed to from me (So sit down, relax and chill your Guava!). I did not know how I was going to write this post without offending the femme fatale in this particular story. So I thought about really hard for like 5 seconds and decided to go with the richard Branson approach (yaa"ll know him right? the guy behind the Virgin brand?), his approach is simple and can be summed up in a title of one of his books "Screw it! let's do it". So I'm just gona tell the story, if she catches...