Last night the fucknut of an exwife says that she won't have me picking her kids up from school anymore and today she's changed her tune. Sweety called her tonight to make sure that she was going to be getting the boys tomorrow (like her crazy, slobbering ass said she was last night) and she apologized and told Sweety "you know how I get when I lose control - talking before I think" and that she'd like everything with the boys' schedule to stay as it is.
A good side to all of this - this whole episode has brought Sweety's nuts out of hiding. He told the bitch today that he wasn't trying to please her but was trying to please the person that he lives with. Go Sweety!
You know what really bites about this? (Besides me not getting my afternoons to myself while she bonds with her children?) I made a bet with Sweety last night. I bet that she definitely would get the boys from school on Monday and that she'd insist on doing it Tuesday and Wednesday. I couldn't imagine calling someone and saying the shit that she said and then not following through with my threats. (If I was her, I'd be picking my kids up from school like I said I would and then I'd suck rotten weenies at night for extra cash since I couldn't babysit during the day because I was devoting my time to my children.) He said that when she woke up today that she'd change her mind. At first I bet him $100 that that wouldn't be the case, but I was so sure that I'd win that I upped it to ass sex.
If he is any sort of gentleman, he won't try to collect.
9 comments:
You crack me up (no pun intended)
Tell Sweety that, in honor o his remarkable insight into th fickleness of th human female, you are hereby reversin yerself on th ass-sex thing.
Or else get on with it, & give us a detaild account tomorrow.
:D
Lube.
Use lots of lube.
If I were you, I'd write to C.Rag and get some pointers!
Ocourse, Chickie may not be th only one whos in for it.
I'm a gentlemen and I know I'd try to collect, especially if I was going to be convalescing while my back healed.
Maybe you could promise him a whole bunch of blow jobs in unusual places instead. Or, if you wanted to be devious, you could just suck him off whenever he looked in your direction for the next day or two so he couldn't get it up and then tell him after his surgery that he dreamed the whole thing while he was hallucinating on pain meds.
uh oh...
I'm stayin' out of this one. So to speak. Sorry. I CANT EVEN COMMENT WITHOUT FEELING DIRTY! AAAAAH!
You people crack me up. Thanks.
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