Well... footie doesn't go on pause just cuz you've married the man of your dreams. B'sides, if I hadn't gotten all upset about the game, then Billy wouldn't have had to make me feel better *waggles eyebrows*
Oh, the usual. She's got Sean in fits and we probably don't get to see the girls for frickin' ever and something about me being a bad influence and stealing her husband...
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Brilliant! You'll have to tell me everything when you get back! Oh, and your house is still standing. Hope you didn't want the Cadillac there forever...
Oh... no you bloody well didn't! If you've even looked at Billy's car, much less touched it... your life as a gay man is over. You best be prepared t'say goodbye t'your dick, doodle, b'cuz if we come back and there's even one bloody finger print on it, Bills will have you'r nuts for lunch and make you watch while he eats.
By the way... what the soddin' hell do the girls have t'do with you bein' Sean's boy-toy?
It is bull shit, Dom. It really, really is. But it's bull shit that I'm still getting, ironically enough. Mostly it's an issue of she won't let Sean see the kids and Sean refuses to accept defeat and Elijah's sitting in the corner trying to figure out if he should just disappear a week so everyone will be happy.
Ugh. Angst.
Relax, buddy. I just went and got it waxed. And don't worry, I wasn't the one driving.
That's fuckin' shite. Get outta there mate. Or, I say we hog tie her, open up a circus and advertise her as the main event - 'Happiness Eatin'- Child Comsumin' - Ex with a Vengence against the new Boyfriend.' We'd sell thousands of tickets!
At least Mr. Safety knows how t'drive. But don't feel bad... Billy wont let me drive his care either. I get int'a too many fender benders.
I'm thinking the hog-tying sounds much more pleasant. ^ ^ Bwahaha! Public embarrassment! Huzzah!
Yeah, me too. Hence why Mr. Safety got to drive the pretty and not me. And now it's even more pretty because it's all waxed and clean and stuff. Mm... Vanilla scented!
Fuckin' love you, mate.
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What's up with you, brother?
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Meh. Not much. Having the battle of a lifetime with Christine. *flails incessantly* But...that's about it. How goes Paradise?
I'm gonna kill her. I'm gonna fucking kill her!
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Nothing out of the ordinary.
Brilliant! You'll have to tell me everything when you get back! Oh, and your house is still standing. Hope you didn't want the Cadillac there forever...
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By the way... what the soddin' hell do the girls have t'do with you bein' Sean's boy-toy?
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Uh... well... uhm... She thinks that I'm a bad influence. Cause, like, I'm always around Sean and I'm a child or something like that. Yeah. That.
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And you're in SUCH trouble mate
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Ugh. Angst.
Relax, buddy. I just went and got it waxed. And don't worry, I wasn't the one driving.
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At least Mr. Safety knows how t'drive. But don't feel bad... Billy wont let me drive his care either. I get int'a too many fender benders.
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Yeah, me too. Hence why Mr. Safety got to drive the pretty and not me. And now it's even more pretty because it's all waxed and clean and stuff. Mm... Vanilla scented!
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What gives you any indication that Billy's a vanilla lover? I mean... he's married to me after all!
married. huh. music to my ears *beams*
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...That almost makes sense Dom. Oh wait. No. It doesn't.
Isn't it nice? Different, but still pleasant, right?
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Course it makes sense!
Yeah... *speaks slowly* it is- *ponders* *takes chance* Remind me and I'll tell you all about it some day???
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It makes sense in Dom Land, right?
You better have! I want details! Big, juicy, boy-smelling details! And, yeah! Stuff! Like presents! Lots of presents! ^ ^
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