Hey, Shug...This week has been like nine miles of bad road for us. We have been pulled through a keyhole and it's left us a lil distant. It's all my fault.... I've been ripppin' n runnin', just flat out 90 to nuthin. You're still ornery 'bout me havin' to cancel our date to the Monster Truck Pull. Lord knows I don't blame you- specially after you got me that classy Dale E. Jr. mini dress to wear with them fancy man-made leather thigh- high boots and the slightly imperfect fishnets. Sweetness, you are so good to me. I don't know what I could have done to deserve your thoughtfulness. What do you see in me I'll never know.
Darlin', listen... I got that whole get up on right now and nobody's gonna take it oft me this time 'cept you. Plus, I have somethin' real special fixed up for us over here. Hahaha! Well, let me tell ya... I gave all my Juniors and Juniorettes a double shot of that BeenAdryl. That's French for "See y'all tomorrow 'round noon." Won Ton is in Vegas at a Poker tournament and Pollock got into my Zanax again. Trig is down for the count....I was just thinkin' maybe we could finally have some real alone time....yep, just you and me, for real.
I have fired up the grill and got us a big bag of Cheetos. I mixed us up an Igloo of Rum n Coke and I am just waitin' on you, Babe. We can dine under the utility lines, skinny-dip in the Jello pool... and then, I got a real surprise for you, Baby! Well, it wouldn't be much a surprise iffin I told you, now would it? Hahaha, O.K. I had a chat with Slick and he agreed to let me borrow his yacht till sunrise! Now, LoveBug, don't go worryin' bout how I talked him into that...... I have my ways. What you say you get that cute tail of yours over here for our own three hour cruise? All right, Hon. Hurry, cause them fishnets is itchin' me real bad....
