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  • This is my Blog...There are many like it, but this one is mine...

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        Sunday, June 22, 2008

    Nothing To Say...

    ...and plenty of time to say it.

    Thank you for a great line to steal, Ms T, oh you of The Great Tits, and Masturbatory Tendencies. Though I will never forgive you for the elderly grandpa homo porn. That fucking pic still rolls up in the Magic 8-Ball of my mind, and gacks me out. That was just sick and wrong, and a crime against humanity.

    Hey, bitches, do you ever get the impression that guys only hang around your blog to have a Real Live Girl to talk to? I'm curious. I have no idea what my ratio of female to male readers is. And I know it is 'Sooper Secret', but what is it that keeps you broads coming to this old reprobate's blog?

    Is it because I genuinely like you? Do you sense I would be as honest with you in person as I am here? Is it my fatherhood? There are plenty of other blogs. Blogs where you don't hear 'fuck' and 'shit' on a regular basis, or graphic descriptions of doodies.

    I mean, I will bitch slap you down in a heartbeat if I think you deserve it. I am Tarzan, brought to London, and dressed up in a tuxedo. Is that it? I don't consider myself a 'Bad Boy'. Never have. I have always been mannerly, and polite. Until it's time to stop being polite.

    The wife is...well, she used to be, before she met me, the gentlest being in the world. A cross between an angel, and a unicorn. Now, she loads up combat gear like a grunt before a roll-out, and carries a switchblade. Do not fuck with her.
    And after her roll-out tonight, she and the kids headed over to the old folks home, to play piano, and sing. Johnny is likely 'directing' like crazy about now. The old folks eat it up.

    I'll snarl at the wife..."Bitch!"...and she'll snarl right back, "Asshole!" and we're both right. And we snicker, and move on. Communication. One or the other of us will come up to one or the other of us, and say "Okay, I want you to fuck me as soon as possible"...and one or the other of us slides in a DVD for the kids, issues dire threats to stay downstairs, and then, well...

    So, ladies, have I bored you with this post? Touched a nerve? Dish.

    Please.