Griswold
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ORIGINAL: Perplex This isn't really a question, just a place for me to brag I think and complain a little bit too I'm sure. My wife doesn't like to scene with me, now that maybe cuz I suck at it, I do highly understand the possiblity of that one :) what I'm told is that she trusts me too much to know she can't hit my buttons to keep her from "getting out" of something. Of the two I'd probably side with the "suck at it" option if I was a third party looking in. However yesterday a friend who had been using our house as a layover pointed something out that I hadn't really seen before... Understand who my friend is, he is this huge summoan (Samoan) man with the kabukiesque (I have NO fucking idea what the fuck THAT word is) facial hair growth and muscles...I mean my god the muscles in his forearms make my thighs go "wow those are some big muscles"....anyway he is an old Gorean, super hardcore, has meant it for years, has the whole sword collection on the wall thing going on, he used to be a wrestler some of you'd recognize his name, but now that hardbodies are the fad he just teaches...anyway he's always teased me cuz "Mic you let your women get away with murder"....and then the rants of a woman's place begins. With my first wife this ussually ("usually") ended up with me hustling him out the door before the question was answered "who'd win? a salad shooter up the pooper or the wrestler"... (I sense "cuckold" here). but yesterday he and I were carrying stuff into the house, ok he was carrying I was more or less being a cheerleader, but at least I have the knees for it...and we get done and sit down at the computers so he can do his business, my wife comes home just a little bit later they say their hellos and I give up my computer so she can check her mail etc. I get a look from my friend saying I shouldn't do things like that and have tesitcles. So I sit on the floor and continue to train our puppy and ask her if she can make me tea and coffee, she gets up from her CM mail and gets them...and my friend rushes me, picks me up and busts me right on the mouth (and you ain't lived til you been frenched by a 400lb summoan (Samoan) with pig bristles for chin whiskers) saying that I finnaly (finally) made it to "the club" of getting "my woman trained"...(I sense "cuckold" here). After we dropped him off at the airport I thought about it, i never formally trained my wife (I don't think you need to...I think she knows the drill...see above "cuckold"), and everybody from her daddy to last husband would have agreed she coudln't be trained she serves cuz she enjoys the service (and me not bitching/moaning and doing the bart simpson "so thirrrrsssttyy" thing) and after some more thought, I figured out I would take coffee on demand over a blowjob anytime, sex is too easy to come by but a good cup of cofee (coffee) that's something you still write home about. (Indeed). anyway just a slice of life, no need to tell me how stupid (in the countless ways) I am for thinking x, y, or z. (Well, actually, I would...however, I haven't a clue what you're attempting to say, and considering the fact that you neither capitalize your sentences nor end your sentences in any kind of punctuation...I'll assume that you'll accept my periods and indents as provided) no need to write looking for an autograph from my friend (I actually wasn't considering the option), he's alreayd in costa rica on a recruiting tour and no need to write and ask me to make you a better cheerleader (I thought you wanted to be the cheerleader), it's in the knees, its natural or you cant' do it. :) Or?
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