Only type I have...that I’ve ever had...is women who can outshine me. I like strong girls, guts and gumption is what turns my crank. To be blunt...I like a woman with balls. Figuratively speaking, obviously ( Read more... )

“She needs to eat.”

“GRANDMA!!”

“I mean it, Rian! That woman needs a decent meal...honestly, what is it with women and this...this fad of malnourishment? I don’t understand why, everywhere I go, I’m looking at an army of clothespin dolls. Only problem is, the clothespins have more curves ( Read more... )

The decision was made, and now the whole damn thing’s been shot to hell ( Read more... )

Oh, I make no bones about who wears the pants in our family...they’re a pair of nice dress slacks, and they belong to my Angel. Don’t get me wrong...she listens to me fine, but she obeys when it suits her, and when she says ‘frog,’ I know precisely how high I have to jump. It’s a nice little dose of push and pull that usually leaves her on top... ( Read more... )

Believe it or not, ‘cause you’d never know to look at me...when I need to get in my Angel’s good graces, all I have to do is sing to her. It may be hokey, it may be trite...but it’s foolproof, I don’t care if I did something as heinous as leave the seat up again ( Read more... )

If we split up...it’ll probably be because she realized she could do better than a broken down old man like me...or because I let her go ( Read more... )

I knew, without question, that I was gonna marry Gail Harris the second I kissed her for the very first time? How did I know? Easy...birds sang, sparks flew, rockets launched, and Van Johnson gave it the thumbs up ( Read more... )

It’s taking some effort...but I’m learning to trust my wife again ( Read more... )

“Now, you haven’t been involved with a woman since your wife...is that right, Detective?”

Artie shifted in his chair, trying not to look as uncomfortable as he felt. “Yeah...that’s about the long and the short of it.”

Dr. Lola Love glanced up from the case file in her lap, raising an eyebrow at her patient. “Any reason for that?”

“Like what?”

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God...I remember meeting my wife like it was yesterday. She and I first crossed paths in...I think it was ‘48. No...no, 1950. Yeah, ‘cause Roger got winged by that perp about seven months before...Roger was my partner at the time. He was actually responsible for bringing us together, bless his fat head...

( It was a case in Van Nuys... )