While I always appreciate insightful intercourse on the topics I write about, there is an underlying factor present that is quite transparent in whatever subject I may broach.
Honest criticism is a part of writing, you have to expect there are those who will not agree with your opinion, it’s part and parcel of speaking your mind in public. What is more amusing to me is the raw jealously that consumes the same ones each time. How it must upset you that you are who you are and you are not me. Naturally because you are void of balls that hang between your legs and hide your identity from everyone because you fear reveling yourself.
Undoubtedly you are upset because your wife or girlfriend laid down beside me on more than one occasion and when I asked her why she told me one of the reasons was that you never brushed your teeth or bathed on a regular basis; she also said you’d get drunk and couldn’t preform, that you were a mess hygienically.
I want you to know your wife was very clean and smelled like violets freshly picked from the meadow. Did you know she came to me during the day…and we would spend the entire day in the nude; and when it was time for her to go home…she wouldn’t want to, she would beg for just a little more time. I always told her there would be other times, and there always were.
She said you’d come home and go straight for the refrigerator and that all important can of beer. Smart, real smart.
Because I feel I owe you, I try to overlook your transparency and the rage that eats away in your gut. Go a head and vent, be my guest. Your wife is safe from me now…..but only because she got old.