Pimpin' My Rental
Tomorrow I am going to see my Ex. The Ex I was with for 6 years, 7 states, 2 continents, and 8 automobiles. The Ex I haven't seen in three years. Yep, the Ex. The Ex, and her 2 month old baby, Kate.
I wonder if it would be entirely inappropriate for me to ask her to let me borrow Kate so I can cruise the area parks for chicks with the babe-magnet baby. Ah yes, just me, Kate, and an invented tale of woe about a burning building. A tale of a my valiant effort to save my imaginary wife and child and cat. The tragic tale of the empty chasm created in my soul when my wife was killed by a falling satellite after I saved her from the burning building. The hopeful tale of my wife's last words, "Honey, if you happen to have an empty chasm in your soul resulting from my death at the hands of this satellite, feel free to use the Baby to cruise chicks in the Park. Arrrrrghhhhh!" Ah yes, the horrific tale of my first wife, um, Yolanda.
Surely the Ex would not object to this.
I wonder if it would be entirely inappropriate for me to ask her to let me borrow Kate so I can cruise the area parks for chicks with the babe-magnet baby. Ah yes, just me, Kate, and an invented tale of woe about a burning building. A tale of a my valiant effort to save my imaginary wife and child and cat. The tragic tale of the empty chasm created in my soul when my wife was killed by a falling satellite after I saved her from the burning building. The hopeful tale of my wife's last words, "Honey, if you happen to have an empty chasm in your soul resulting from my death at the hands of this satellite, feel free to use the Baby to cruise chicks in the Park. Arrrrrghhhhh!" Ah yes, the horrific tale of my first wife, um, Yolanda.
Surely the Ex would not object to this.