Sorry, Mister. The people asked, so I shall deliver…
Okay, I really, really don’t think he thought I’d let it stay up, it’s BAD. I made the first paragraph disappear, but I think you crafty bloggers can figure out how to read it… The Mister’s reputation may get tarnished for this! But, he asked for it!!!! And, he really is normally shy and quiet (until you get to know him, or he gets drunk…) He’s always funny, even when he’s playing shy and quiet… And he does have a dirty little pervy streak, but he would never usually say shit like this… Well, maybe to someone that knows him really, really well. Especially if he was drunk. But, whatever, it’s out there now. Read and enjoy. It was a fun night.
Oh, and since someone who shall not be named outed the ole blog, ALLIE (my mother-in-law,) you may want to stop reading NOW. Seriously. Stop.
A Drunkin’ Night with Freddie…
Why am I, the Mister, blogging? Because I am getting the one thing I never get as we speak. She almost made me wreck doing 90 down the highway, but what a night.
The baby sitter will probably never come back, but it was worth it. She ran out and about knocked me down. She said the kids were great, but something must have scared her. Maybe Avery told her we were auctioning BH to the gypsies, maybe she found all the beer bottles, maybe she looked at our internet history? I don’t know but I doubt she will come back.
But all in all pretty good night. We may only get a sitter every 6 months but I only get a BJ every 12.