It's official.
Stanley has formally bought his four-room HDB flat -- his dream house.
And it's the saucy, steamy kind of dream that occurs at night, Stanley said added.
My sex bunny friend, who had first set sights on the Queen Close apartment, has also promptly appointed a (cute) interior designer and readily accepted his proposal.
"It's a dream come true. I've always wanted a cute man to have designs on my interior and subsequently make proposals to me about it," Stanley went on.
"All that's left to do now is to rob a bank and pay him. And not a sperm bank, though that would be a very fun and fruitful trip."
Carl scrunched up his nose and put down the greek yoghurt he's about to put in his mouth.
We were having an urgent video call that morning in honour of Stanley's purchases.
The total cost of Stanley's damage was $450,000 for the unit, an estimated $80,000 for an overhaul of the retro-looking apartment and a further $80,000 for furniture and white goods.
"At this rate, not only do I have to rob a bank I'll also have to sell backside," Stanley stated plainly.
Carl choked on his greek yoghurt, spluttering white morsels all over his phone.
"WOW, Stan, WOW," Carl said, recovering from his coughing fit.
Stanley dismissed Carl's surprise, reminding us that he had impressed some one so much that it results in the person choking, gagging and eventually spilling white droplets all over the place.
"But it's worth all the money," said Stanley who had been saving his money like a motherly chipmunk right before winter.
And since money wasn't an issue here, Stanley went all out.
I'm glad I have some family jewels that I can finally put to good use, and with that, Stanley spread open and let us inspect what he meant.
From the shared Zoom screen, we saw a printed copy of the cute designer's rough layout drawing but neither Carl nor I could make sense of it.
Especially so for Carl the dense one.
To help us along, Stanley then showed us the 3-D image produced by his (cute) designer.
"I had always hoped that I would be impressed and wowed by photos shared by this cute designer, and I should have been more explicit," Stanley said as he moused the drawing part by part.
This time we were impressed.
If the designer's idea is anything to go by, Stanley would live in a spacious bachelor's pad that has an expensive touch.
The designer would break down walls and reconfigure the space of Stanley's place.
So going by that concept, Stanley would have a large area to host big (dinner) parties. And when his guests are ready to adjourn to dessert, they can do so by his window ledge which faces the lush view of the charming Queenstown estate.
When guests are ready for digestifs or more alcohol, there's the lounge area where Stanley's expensive sofa and beanbags can maximum comfort to his friends who would by then, no doubt, be full to the point of explosion.
And for those whom Stanley so chooses to explore any further types of explosions, he (or they) could venture into his large bedroom for round two of (non-dinner) parties.
There are romantic lighting options to choose from but by that point, nobody would care.
The bed, as Stanley had previously mentioned before, would be queen sized and be fitted with expensive tencel bed sheets.
The next morning, Stanley's chosen overnight guest(s) can shower in his oversized toilet (that can host even more non-dinner type parties if he wants to) and then dress up in his walk-in closet.
If Stanley so desires, he can have morning coffee with his overnight guest(s) by the balcony which overlooks a fitness corner.
"I like it that you have my whole life planned out for me, Adam, but my house won't be no sex den," Stanley said with weak conviction in his voice.
Carl, who at that time had finished licking his spoon, finally said "Oh, Stan, you bought the place! Congrats!"
Stanley rolled his eyes and said flatly.
"If Adam's life were to be represented by films, his would be documentaries -- filled with useless information and boring like the bitch he is."
"Mine would of course be an artistic art film that no mothers would allow their children to watch."
"And Carl," Stanley said looking pointedly at our dense friend.
"Yours would a silent black-and-white film."