Posted on 06/19/2012 10:58:26 AM PDT by Zakeet
I did and I do...
Wrong.
Again.
Fat? Maybe. Drunk? Hardly ever and not for a long, long time. Stupid? Well, I’m smart enough to know better than to call a 78 year old man “son”.
How about you?
Two weeks ago was my birthday, and I wasn't feeling too hot that morning anyway. I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant and say "Happy Birthday," and probably have a present for me.
She didn't even say "Good Morning," let alone any "Happy Birthday." I thought, "Well, that's my wife for you - maybe the children will remember. " The children came in to breakfast and didn't say a word.
When I started to the office I was feeling pretty low and despondent. As I walked into my office, my secretary, Lizzy, said, "Good morning, boss. Happy Birthday." And I felt a little better; hey - someone remembered. I worked until noon. Then, Lizzy knocked on my door and said "You know, it's such a beautiful day outside and it's your birthday, let's go to lunch, just you and me." I said, "By George, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go."
We went to lunch. We didn't go where we normally go; we went out to the country to a little private place. We had two martinis and enjoyed lunch tremendously. On the way back to the office, she said, "You know, it's such a beautiful day. We don't need to go back to the office, do we?" I said, "No, I guess not." She said, "Let's go to my apartment."
After arriving at her apartment she said, 'Boss, if you don't mind, I think I'll go into the bedroom and slip into something more comfortable. "Sure," I excitedly replied. She went into the bedroom and, in about six minutes, she came out carrying a big birthday cake, followed by my wife, children, and dozens of our friends, all singing Happy Birthday, lalalaalaaah.............
And there I sat...on the couch waiting...naked as the day I was born.........
I know I’m neither vegetable nor mineral. Classify yourself however you see fit.
Send her my condolences.
Not even REMOTELY worth her precious time.
Methinks John was the John all along, but didn’t know it.
Ewwwwww, what has been imagined can not be unimagined..., barf, shiver, spit.
At my age I’ll turn my attention to whatever I think my heart can stand. If you think my choices are inappropriate, I suggest you go back to your knitting and simply ignore my posts.
John Edwards - "Stud Muffin"
Has anyone ever seen the Sunsetter retractable awning guy and John Edwards in the same room at the same time?
Eeeeewww... it was probably done doggie style in front of the mirror so he could admire his reflection during the act.
I bet he even called out his own name.
#999 - "Not counting my dying wife, you will be my #4 Main Squeeze"
Stop posting and lecturing TO ME, and I’ll be more than happy to ignore your spewage. YOU initiated the exchange.
Additionally, you can cease the sophomoric, puerile characterizations of my position as some sort of backward, fearful puritanism. That smacks of the destructive, “anything goes” Left. Deep respect for women and their superior role as moral arbiters in our society is not “knitting”.
Have a nice afternoon.
I'm ready to hurl whenever I read anything about either one of them, and yet here I am reading yet another article about the Breck Girl and his bimbo.
It's like passing a really gory car wreck along the highway and not being able to resist slowing down to look.
In Japan, they would be called sruts.
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