Do You Like Pina Coladas?
So, imagine you’ve been married a while and the blush has worn off. Bathroom doors remain open throughout the performance. Your daily Happy Hour becomes the Hour of Dread as you postpone returning home, day after day. You don’t even bother with hall sex because it just seems like too much effort.
Then you get to thinking to yourself, “Self, I think I’m going to go get some nookie on the side. I’m going to go down to a brothel. I’m going to pay some stranger to get jiggy with me.”
Wouldn’t it just be a bitch to find that the hooker you just hired is your wife?
Reminds me of the story of a guy who started trolling for love on the internet… fell in love with this woman… and when they finally met in person, he found out it was his wife.
Ben’s last blog post..Make your album covers
And I thought my luck was bad…
karma. ’nuff said.
Jeff’s last blog post..$3,014,170,389,176,410.00
I love how they’re DIVORCING now. She cheats and thinks it’s okay. He plans to cheat thinking it’s okay. What’s the problem here?
jae’s last blog post..Dr. Phil’s no-no
Thank goodness there’s no indication they bred.
Sheesh you think the *donations always accepted* jar next to the bed at home might have “tipped” him off. It does, however, better define her daily comments of having another “hard day” at work.
Damn. I knew I was supposed to polish some bottle next to the bed. All this time I kept thinking it was the one that says “Vodka”!