Not Another Post About...

Yes.

It is another post about what I'm not getting.

Actually, it's a plea to my Bear.

I need IT.

NOW.

You teased me with the idea of maybe coming up sooner. And now I'm freaking out. Drive to your folks'. Stay the night. Then come up here. I realizing that begging sounds desperate and needy. But I AM desperate and needy. Right now you could just LOOK at me and I'm fairly certain I could have my first one.

Just IMAGINE what it would be like if you got up here, drive me to the other county, gave me some Budweiser and a couple shots of Padron...

Remember that night in November when I was screaming "****-**-******!!!" and you were pretty certain that the kids could hear? That night would look docile compared to what might happen. Okay, I know I was kinda freaky and it worried you at first...but DAMN! I don't play cards at night like you do. I sit around and think about sex.

And if you don't get here pretty soon I'm going to take that credit card number of yours that I have for emergencies and go shopping online for something pretty well hung that takes batteries. Then the kids will NEVER get to school again and I'll never want to make dinner!

Look, Ozfemme is getting some...

Barney is going to be getting a lot...

And even though neither have posted about it lately, I'm sure that Bookie and The Dung Beetle have had a few escapades in the last three weeks.

I'm begging...

I'll get on my knees...