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Friday, August 3, 2007

Wild Women

The Mrs., is going to be out of state for the weekend so I asked Mac Duff if he knew any "wild women" we could call for a weekend long party because it was just us 'bachelors' for three days.
He just gave me a dumb look that said "I dunno" and licked my hand, which was surprising given that he is such a lover with the ladies.
So, I guess it's old movies or a good book with Mac Duff curled up under my arm since his 'mommy' won't be here for him to curl up on her left breast like he likes to do.

Of course we could always get on down to the river and jump in with Seamus and Angus and the four of us 'single guys' hoot and hollar at the girls on the water like idiots ... as quite a few do around here ... never heard the line "Show us your tits" so much , even at Bike rallys, than I do when I go down to the river.

Yep, the dogs and I are going to have a Mrs., free weekend.
Things could be interesting.

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