Lessons Learned: My Two Dads

Well maybe its not so bad that MacchioBroker didn't get a kiss on the cheek at the end of yesterday's tour around Manhattan. When calling the Ralphie-look-alike to confirm meeting places for tomorrow's fun-filled tour, MacchioBroker quickly spat out "so, what time do you get off work today?" BitchNichole answered with the exact same answer she gives the PrettyPosse, "whenever PapaPhiley* says I can go." MacchioBroker then said that he gets off at 6:30 and would love to have happy hour drinks with the Welsh Goddess in Union Square. BitchNichole enthusiastically agreed to the meeting but added that she kind of looks like butt because of the humidity (truth be told BitchNichole has sprouted out a nasty heat rash on her neck and the backs of her thighs its actually quite disgusting). More news to follow on the happy hour incident after it has occurred. Sorry no pictures. They will return when BitchNichole is able to successfully steal wireless internet from her downstairs neighbors.

*This nickname has come as a result of the fatherlike role that he has taken on because as a result of smitten brokers. He even said yesterday "That guy better not be asking you out without first getting my permission. I'll have him wax my car or something. No, you know what? I'd rather he just show us good spaces."