Jul 08, 2008 02:30
Anraí is NOT my mid-life crisis.
I am goin' to put my boot in that man's ass, I swear to God Almighty, tellin' people that sort of thing.
All I know is he best be prayin' none of my animals need to be vetted any time soon cause if he comes anywhere near me I ain't goin' to be held responsible if I rip his balls off and shove 'em up his nose.
JACKASS.
I cannot believe he is tellin' people that I've got myself a live-in boy toy that's fifteen years younger than me. I do not look that old and Anraí...yes he has a baby-face but my God, he is NOT fifteen years younger than I am. He don't even look that young. I'm forty-one, what in the world would I be doin' with a twenty-six year old boy?
Dr. Anderson has himself a death wish. That or he's just lost his damned mind.
You know what Anraí? Every last thing I ever said about you not contributin' to his damned pissin' matches? I take it all back, honey. You ever feel like cleanin' his clock, do it. I ain't goin' to say a word about it. Not one.
men make me crazy,
maceibhir,
jack