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I TOLD you just before Christmas that his business will not last the distance and that prophecy is coming to pass.
There is this businessman who has an undying appetite for ladies who can allow anyone to dip into their sumps.Yes, this bozo who inherited a fortune from his parents and is now running it down.
He was left in the custody of several buildings; some located in low density suburbs and some in the Central Business District.
As bespectacled as he is, Yours Truly thought he was intelligent, but the opposite is true.
Despite owning a pub in the city, our poor brother thought it wise to rent another pub which had fallen vacant following the sudden crash landing of a fellow businessman who was now failing to pay rentals at the premises.
He opened doors to the public quickly to cash in on the Christmas holiday frenzy. It started well, but the business is now taking a serious nosedive.
Although Blabber is not fully conversant with how badly he is running the night spot, it is not a secret that the bulk of his earnings from this little shacky venture are going to thigh vendors.
Our brother is a master of the hide-the-sausage-game and is a darling of them all because he pays handsomely.
That obsession has resulted in clients snubbing his club.
Blabber is reliably informed that men now hesitate to frequent the place, fearing that their girlfriends may join our poor business fellow’s long list of playmates in the hide the sausage game.
Those who have encountered his shenanigans before said the bozo will employ every trick in the book to win over your girlfriend.
“When you enter that club ensure that you don’t go to the toilet often because when you come back you might find yourself on your own. That guy splashes money to win your girlfriend.”
If our brother opened that night spot to make a few dollars from the venture, he should change his ways, but if he opened shop to have his own play house he is on the right track.
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