Porsche Man: The English Premiere West Ham

Bright and early, Porsche Man headed out the door wanting success attending a spa day at the cottages. Despite the inclement weather the American theatrical tease took the hazardous condition in stride combatting the situation, presenting a good attitude knowing getting winning goals would mean her table seating would be greatly improved.

While taking public transportation to a more tranquil environment, Porsche Man peered out the window and saw Chelsea trying to buy Toffee. Raising her arm, then immediately rescinding the kind gesture when the blues singer seemed preoccupied with other interests.

Finally, Porsche Man stepped off the bus arriving at the destination, and walked towards the registration office, “I am Porsche Man and I have a reservation here,”

As Craven Cottage checked the rooms he peered up, “I do not see your name Porsche Man, did you make it?”

“Actually, my agent, did,” Porsche Man paused, “maybe try West Ham United.”

“What’s a West Ham United,”

“An American theatrical tease all together hammering and pampering,” Porsche Man replied, “what’s a full ham?”

Staying very quiet Craven, the desk clerk found the purchase and map describing the cottages, “you are in number three.”

“Well, thank you,” Porsche Man hid the key in her pocket, departing through the door.

“I see sunshine,” Craven shouted, “well that is goal number one today.”

A few minutes later Porsche Man strolled the lovely courtyard impressed with the surroundings, “These grounds are great,” she commented to herself finding the peaceful location.

Unlocking the latch revealed, a luxurious style apartment, “Wow, this is going to make a wonderful rest and relaxation experience,” Porsche Man grinned before investigating other rooms.

Flipping her cell phone Porsche Man pressed the buttons, “Craven you did yourself fine,” she announced.

“Well, that is goal number two, today,”

“And the bath and shower, I could just die in,” Porsche Man told him.

“Well, that is goal number three,”

After hanging up Porsche Man plopped down in the seat, “I have no goals today, and I am not going have a care in the world either.”

During the second half treatment session Porsche Man found another Craven Cottage goal, featuring great USA spirit in Wilson sporting goods. For the rest of the day, she played with the different size bats and balls then feeling tired, headed credit card in hand to say good bye.

Proceeding inside the processing center, the campus namesake no longer stood there greeting incomers, “where is Craven?” Porsche Man inquired.

“Goals were coming one by one, Uncle Craven put his feet up over there,” the young gentlemen answered, “I am his nephew, Carlos and yes even I today have a goal.”

Smiling Porsche Man, turned over the Stars Stripes Master Express Card magnetic stripe and number, “you all ended up with five-star goals and it shows, I on the other side have none today, I do not care, this is my beauty day before,”

“Finishing on the group’s top, Thursday night,” Carlos expressed positively.

Peering down to her well-manicured nails Porsche Man agreed taking back her payment method.

Returning back to town Porsche Man, watched the city street lights gleam, by noticing the late-night café still doing business.

Hopping off one stop early, Porsche Man with her new look, ‘challenge ready’ to be a group winner entered the coffee house. There table sitting, Chelsea, the one who sings blues exclaimed, “Oh Porsche Man,” she welcomed, “those Evertonians succeeded in getting two goals, me buying toffees, then eating them.”

“Chelsea,” Porsche Man giggled.

“It worked, I got no goals today,”

“I did not get any goals today either,” Porsche Man alerted, “but I am looking good.”

“I do not feel good,”

“That is why you sing the blues,” Porsche Man reminded her, “and I am going for the group title looking this awesome.”