Me: [singing "Here I go" by Whitesnake]
GDGF: “Don’t bring your inner redneck into this.”
Me: “He likes to watch. He’s a voyeur. He reclines in his armchair, wrapped in a confederate flag, breath smelling of whiskey and chewing tobacco, howling dog tied in the bed of his pick-up truck, shooting holes in the ceiling, jerking off ’til the cows come home.”






So how would you be shooting holes in the ceiling? Sounds like a little too much machismo.
Oh, you have no idea.
/ pseudo-intellectual pussy, over and out
It only takes one hand to jerk off, one to fire a gun, and one to hold a drink. He doesn’t have to be doing all three activities at once.
What turned your psuedo-intellectual pussy over and out?
Any way, I am off to the game really fucking early. I know I can get in to some trouble there.
And Rusty, I didn’t read anything about a gun.
What else could I have been shooting holes in the ceiling with? My sperm is pretty super, but it’s not THAT super.
That’s why I said too much machismo.
I’m disappointed that you have to ask.
I’m not that impressed with Rusty myself. Many of those nights he passed out on my couch I could see the indention of his morning wood the next day. Not that impressed at all.