Do you remember this iconic photograph?
Since I have Chicky at the house this week, I decided it was time to go there.
I dragged Lonny on a walk with me, dangling the carrot that he could look at my ass the entire time. He said he misses my ass and made some veiled reference to absence making the heart grow fonder.
I pointed out that I would be more inclined towards marital relations if I wasn’t stressed about being busted by the boys. It’s a major mood killer.
BUT if he cleared out the eBay room, like I’ve been after him to do forever, we could move across the hall from the boys and I might feel a bit less inhibited.
The ball’s in your court, big guy.
Meanwhile, take a picture, it will last longer. Seriously, I’m almost 42. This shit is not going to last much longer.
This photo is for torturing Tabby. This is Chicky’s bedroom eyes look. She thinks he only does it to her. He is a total slut, or even worse, he’s faking it with her but really loves me.
Time to cut the crap.