I know part of being a man is making decisions for yourself and the women you know. I just sometimes get tired of doing so.
I found out today that the superintendent of my apartment building has accepted a job at a luxury building on the upper east side. They are replacing him with a FEMALE. The super sometimes has to fix things if the maintenance guys are off. How can I trust a woman to take care of things like that? So I'm trying to decide if I should move to the luxury building where my super is going. We have a delicate friendship - he's totally against Christianity but he doesn't protest when I write personal messages to the tenants here reminding them that they are filthy sinners doomed for hell unless they repent. Security has come down on me a few times but all it takes is a stop at the donut shop down the block and they're in love with me again.
If I move, my rent will triple but I'll be away from the homers upstairs, the Muslimes next door, and old Mrs. Oppenheimer, the Joo who has to tell everyone about her aches and pains all the time. I have told her about the power of prayer but since she killed Christ I know her prayers aren't heard.
Well - I need to make a decision since my lease us up soon (in September - close enough). Oh, LORD, send a sign.
I found out today that the superintendent of my apartment building has accepted a job at a luxury building on the upper east side. They are replacing him with a FEMALE. The super sometimes has to fix things if the maintenance guys are off. How can I trust a woman to take care of things like that? So I'm trying to decide if I should move to the luxury building where my super is going. We have a delicate friendship - he's totally against Christianity but he doesn't protest when I write personal messages to the tenants here reminding them that they are filthy sinners doomed for hell unless they repent. Security has come down on me a few times but all it takes is a stop at the donut shop down the block and they're in love with me again.
If I move, my rent will triple but I'll be away from the homers upstairs, the Muslimes next door, and old Mrs. Oppenheimer, the Joo who has to tell everyone about her aches and pains all the time. I have told her about the power of prayer but since she killed Christ I know her prayers aren't heard.
Well - I need to make a decision since my lease us up soon (in September - close enough). Oh, LORD, send a sign.
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