Tony called me from work today to tell me he misses me. He said he couldn’t wait until I got home from work so we could spend time together, loving and laughing.
Yeah, well, that all changed with one knock on the door.
“Heya, Tony, did I show ya the new gun I bought?”
“NO! Let me grab a beer and I’ll be right over!”
So now, I sit here all alone, braless, craving love and affection while my man is drinking a beer in Tom’s garage.
Sometimes, being married to a Mexican with Redneck Identity Disorder isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
I’d do you.
Yeah, but he’ll be bringing that hard-on home to you. 🙂
Redneck Identity Disorder.
bwhahahaha
Grrrrrrrr. I’ve experienced that. “Oooooh! a toy!!!” leaving me standing at the door, half naked wondering my curves were not as appealing as a plastic airplane. Grrrrrrr.
Lock the door and make him sleep in the garage with Tom.
*chuckle*
But damn… that must be some gun! 😉
Some guns have very shapely stocks, and long slinky barrels. And if you rub them just right, they can shoot their loads numerous times.
I feel your pain. I don’t have to compete with guns, I have to compete with computer hardwear and softwear! I’m no sure whats worse?
Braless!! woohoo. I’ll come over and give ya some lovin.
Just tell him you’re owed the same amount of time to play with his ‘gun’, now.
All I can see in my head are the guys in ‘Full Metal Jacket’ walking around with a rifle in one hand and their winkies in the other saying “This is my rifle, this is my gun…this is for fighting, this is for fun.” with the appropriate shaking of said parts.
Oh Gawd….help me, Lord. lol