Chicks! TONS of 'em!

Chicks! TONS of chicks! They are all pilling up in my wheels crammed up front seat and back. All shapes and sizes. Man I take what I said back about burning the spell breaker book. It’s AWESOME! Like an almost daily affair, I have ladies waiting to hop in just as I had envisaged. Well almost. You see they are the ladies in my office. Some call them colleagues. I’ll call them chicks for now. Ok so I kinda exaggerated the whole TONS of chicks bit. But they are of the fairer sex and they are not dudes. So chicks they are! Technically, the chains that bound the doors of my hot rod with its no babes jinx are now broken. Smashed into bits with the Excalibur of Sir Arthur. I mean as long as there are women waiting for me after a long day at work to hop in, it’s the same as chicks fighting for the right to get in.

Alright, I admit. They are waiting for me because they don’t want to make the long walk out of the office building. They are fighting to be the first in the queue because there’s only this number of seats available. Once they are taken up, you walk. Suddenly, I am really popular amongst the ladies in the office. ‘Hey buddy, so nice to see you back in the office.’ One coos. Sure where do you want me to drop you later? Hey until the real chicks show up, I’ll take anything that comes at this point in time. Ok I’ve got self esteem issues. Sue me. It’s chicks galore as far as I am concern at the moment.

I am glad I burnt the damn book.