Never you Hos fear the Ho-Pocalypse.
I'll take you all in. Keep you safe and sheltered until the broke ass flea market fuktarzambie herds pass. All the bubble bath, red wine and dark semi sweet chocolate a girl could want. Cat fight between yourselves all you want just keep me out of it unless it looks like it might take a pleasant turn. You can "share what's on your mind" with me, but only in the morning during coffee, I'll will usually only pretend to listen but it will be very convincing and you won't know the difference. I'll even actually listen once in a while without interrupting you or telling you how to fix your problem, no matter how bat shit crazy it may seem to me. Just stay out of my man cave and don't try to talk to me about anything meaningful or deep after 9pm. I won't do any dishes unless it's like rinsing my own cup, but I won't leave a huge mess either. My soiled socks and underwear will be on a pile in the bathroom floor near the tub. Your are free to wash those if they bother you. I like the cleaned versions in the two top left drawers of the dresser. As an added consideration, I'll be sure there is a large library of chick flicks with a few shirt off male action movies for you around. Finally, every girl gets her own walk in clothing closet with it's own walk in shoe closet. The credit card will be in my back pocket. Just let me know if you need to go shopping.
That my brothers is how you survive a Ho-Pocalypse.
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