P and J's Little Apartment Adventures - Chapter 1

Note: I had published this as part of another blog, but with no more chapters to the tale, Ive just incorporated it into this blog.

Don't trust the Weather people.

Its raining condom boxes. No, scratch that. Its raining vibrating condom boxes. And the Weather Girls said it would be raining men. Then again, who ever trusts the weather people anyways? They also never told me it would be raining chairs. Well half a chair, but a chair never the less. It could have killed me. I could have had a brain aneurysm, or a hair line skull fracture. I also watch way too much Grey's Anatomy.

When we took this apartment, little did P and I know what we were letting ourselves in for. A little terrace seemed nice enough. Sure we lost the view we had on the 9th floor but more space was good. Definitely good. Ahh the naivete of youth. It started small. A cigarette butt here, another one there. Every day there were two or three new ones. Its been two months since we moved in, we also don't ever clean the terrace. Do the math. Then a broken pen . Then someone's underwear. Then a bag fell . God was being bountiful and sending our way a whole lotta stuff. A whole lot of stuff we couldnt even use!!!

Then God decided to have some more fun with us. In all his/her glorious irony he/she sent down two boxes of vibrating condoms. Empty boxes. Further reminding us of our sex lives(non-existent) ( Not that thats any of your business anyways). Then today the impossible happened. Well its not impossible since it did happen. Improbable then. It rained half a chair. I mean really if god had sent down a full chair that would have been one more chair for the house, but no. We got half a chair. One more thing that we can't use.

But if someone who lives up on the 9th floor is listening then next time at least send down a full box, a working pen, an entire chair or un used underwear. Would be nice :D And a word of caution. Do Not Trust the Weather Girls. Im still waiting for it to rain men....