Dick Summer Connection

When Wonder Wench came home the other night, she said…”leave me alone.” I think she was giving me some kind of hint. I am not good at hints. No guys are good at hints…even grown up, sophisticated, Louie-Louie Generation guys. As I said in today’s podcast, you live and learn. I have become better than some guys at taking hints. I realize, for example, that the words “leave me alone” mean it is probably not the time to suggest that my Lady Wonder Wench try on the little stringy black see-through thing I just bought her from the Victoria’s Secret catalogue. I did that once, and the conversation turned quite quickly to the possibility of a do-it-yourself removal of organs to which I have become quite accustomed. By the way, have you ever noticed that none of the girls in the Victoria’s Secret catalogue seem to be saying “leave me alone”? But I’ll bet that one of Victoria’s best kept secrets is that they all have done so…probably on more than one occasion. I like to think that one of the guys to whom she said it was George Clooney. Probably not.

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