Rummaging through my 2 big plastic box of memories, i found a long lost friend. A gift from Chloe.

Meet Mr. McDreamy.
 

Mr. McDreamy
 

Ok. He doesn’t look very McDreamy. A little dirty but what do you expect for someone who’s main occupation is sitting in a plastic box gathering dust and mites. Err… i’ll hose him down later (puns not intended).
 

Ms. Hanky Panky chilling out
 

Anyways, remember Mr. Hanky Panky? Well, Mr. Hanky Panky and Mr. McDreamy are best of friends. Best bros. Best chums. Buddies forever. Oh, i think you get what i mean.
 

Mr. McDreamy and Ms. Hanky Panky are BFF
 

Mr. McDreamy and Mr. Hanky Panky sits all day in my pandora bag wasting the days away. One hanging on my Lumix, another hanging on my keys.

Besides jamming, getting wasted having drinks together and ogling at hot chickas (All off them the pretty-key-chain-soft-toy type of course. Nothing but the best of women for these macho fellas) , these two butt heads practices a ritual whenever they meet. They love to wrestle each other… to show off their masculinity perhaps.
 

Wrestling match gone awry
 

Mr.McDreamy being the shorter and less rounded one always lose.

Mr. Hanky Panky gets the kick out of kicking his fine arse. Occasionally Mr. Hanky Panky would laugh hysterically whenever he sat on Mr. McDreamy while panting out of breath the whole time. If i didn’t know better i would have thought he was having an orgasm.

Boy do i have a vivid imagination… i must be hallucinating.
 

Mr. Hanky Panky getting his daily kicks out of kicking his opponents arse
 

Or so i thought… till one day i caught them sleeping together O.o
 

Caught in the act
 

It turns out that Mr. Hanky Panky is actually a female in disguised. I shall think that she’s a Russian spy on a crucial mission to save the world. It’s only my guess since she won’t admit it. She said that she’ll have to kill me if she tells me the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I rather not die so early in my life. I’m not dying before i try French cuisine.

So from now on, it’s Ms. (not Mr.) Hanky Panky.

I could have sworn that she was a man… although come to think of it i should have guessed by her feminine taste in clothes. She’ll wear nothing but red, day in and day out. And… and… i always thought the 2 butons in the front was just 2 buttons on her shirt or maybe a pair of man boobs. Well, now i know for sure they are real genuine boobies from Russia.

To be continued…