My week started
out pretty well. The Detroit Lions won a must win game. My Sunday afternoon
was good. I was doing pretty good until I decided to confirm a 'date' with a woman I had not seen for a while.
I called her.
This woman - a goddess in human form -was suppose to have dinner with me Sunday evening. The Goddess decided that she didn't
want to extract her magnificent ass from bed, cause laying in bed on Sunday feels much better that being man handled by yours
truly. The Goddess informed me that "we" had said that we would get together next Sunday and that I had made a miscalculation
(even though I wrote it down on my calendar the day we made the date)!
I was gracious,
while on the phone but I was pissed because the night before my brother had invited me to dinner to celebrate my upcoming
birthday. I turned my brother down confident that me and the goddess were going to get together for the first time in several
years! To my consternation, I got fucked and didn't even get a chance to smell that aromatic vegan pussy!
I recovered and
made myself a pretty healthy Sunday meal, didn't overeat, didn't drink too much wine and watched some good stuff on television
(the 'Good Wife' decided to stop being a slut and cut off Will Gardner, YEAH!).
Monday morning,
I made myself a pot of coffee, flipped on the computer and logged on to Fake Book. A FB friend that gives lots of unwanted
advice to the forlorned was blasting-for the 5th consecutive day- about her wonderful boyfriend: something that she counsels
other women against doing. My dumb ass advised her that she should get a diary and stop putting that type of thing out there
for him, his friends, her friends and her competitors to see. Baby girl immediately accused me of being a hater and
unfriended me! She obviously can dish out advice but is adverse to taking good advice!
I have existed
on this planet in the conscious physical plane for almost 6 decades. I thank GOD, every day I wake up for the opportunity
to be here. Unfortunately, in my adult life, I have been persecuted more for telling the truth than I have for lying, conniving
and manipulating to have my way!
It amazes me
that men have to be manipulative, lying and conniving to get money, pussy and stature in this society but that is apparently
the American way. I have never told big lies to make money. I state to all that read this that I will continue to
lie to get pussy cause I learned a long time ago that nice guys finish LAST. And I no longer want to rely on my right
hand to keep Mister Wiggles complacent! As long as I get a chubby, I will figure out a way to get some lip service!
I need a good
lap dance for my birthday. Applicants should send me an email and
a provocative picture. Men are very visual but I won't post any pics of our encounter on my we site. Word IS bond.
Have a happy
and prosperous holiday season.
Ho Ho Ho!
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