I arrived round at the Leotard Girls house yesterday with my tool box and full of excitement at the prospect of hot leotard girl sex.
Unfortunately they pointed me in the direction of their fridge which was making this fucked up clicking sound from the back. Apparently there had been a party last weekend where it got knocked over and it hasn't been right since.
I was well out of my depth but pretended to fiddle around with it and check stuff. After about half an hour I told them that they should contact their landlord because it was his responsibility.
"But what about the parties?" shouted Princess Cheetara. "We have parties here all the time, we don't want him to know."
"Lie," I said.
I was a bit fucked off at not being invited to their cool parties, even if they were attended by headbutting dickheads. This isn't fair. I would have burst into tears if it wasn't that they started talking all frantic about Cheryl Cole and Ashely Cole splitting up, they would have thought I was crying about that.
"I think my heart is broken," I said fighting to keep the tears in.
Then I realised they thought I was talking about Cheryl and Ashley too, so I let the tears flow freely.
In the end I picked up my toolbox and sulked out of there without even so much as a cup of tea or peck on the cheek.
