I have been at Nasty Girls since Wednesday, I surprised her and showed up out of the blue.
Good lord, this woman takes good care of me!
Of course, I return the favor in spades. She is a very happy lady too.
I can barely type.Fuck, I can barely see.
I am one lucky sonofabitch, let me tell ya.
Fuck the lottery, when ya find a good woman, you have hit the jack pot.
I may be broke as a church mouse but I am filthy rich.
That's it, all I have to say.
If ya don't hear anything from me ever again, I died a happy man.
Death by Double D's is the way to go my friends.
Actually, she is the one that coined the term, I just liked it enough to use it.
ReplyDeleteI'm on it dude!
ReplyDeleteThat would be her, not me.
ReplyDeleteBusted, I had a similar experience you've been having when I met mine in '84. Torrid.
ReplyDelete*G*
Nothing like it. I moved in with her inside of 3 months, into a studio apt giving up my 7 year 4 bedroom rental house with a huge backyard and garden.
I was a chef, she was a waitress. We both wanted out of the business. God it was torrid.
*G*
Best of luck to ya hoss . . . . I've got a key interview myself Monday at 10am.
A job would be nice, given as long as it's been and my honey has carried my ass. I owe, big time.
And that's how it works, as a couple, as a team.
Torrid, I'm tellin ya.
Hey, as long as you don't have to wear a safety harness...
ReplyDelete;>)
Hi Busted,
ReplyDeleteShouldn't that be "the little death" by double D's?
Dave