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Ladies, gentleman,
boys and girls, and all of my fine friends in a transitional
gender state, allow me to introduce you to Ursula
Schrödinger. Wife, best friend,
vicious attack lawyer, part time
spinning instructor, and blonde with big
titties and ass that tastes like French vanilla ice cream.
Baby,
Honey,
Loveykins,
Don’t feel left
out, I have time to write an ultra
detailed and witty response to you too,
puddin’.
And thank you for
the witty compliment. I’m touched.
Alas, I must
dispute your characterization of my colleagues as
Cro-Magnon. While the occasional
knuckle gets
dragged around here, the only prominent brows are due to your
basic male pattern baldness.
Additionally, the
knocking over the head and carrying off of women only occurs in
the proper context of role playing sex games done to keep marital
relations spicy.
Except for when
Xanthippe does it to Stubby, but he deserves it.
I assume the
definition of indolent you mean is the “Causing little or
no pain: an indolent tumor”
one.
I,
again regrettably, must contradict this assertion on the basis of
your statements last night that I was way too deep and it hurt too
much and I need be more careful back there. Sorry about
that, I get a little excited sometimes.
As for
the incompetence, I know you’re trying to be nice and thank you
for that, but c’mon, you know that isn’t feigned. I truly am
fucking incompetent.
As to
your question of what should you do, I’d say suck it.
At least twice a week.
Lastly
to address your “Soon to be Former”-ness, three words,
expectation of lifestyle
counselor, expectation of lifestyle.
Love
you, baby.
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