Now don’t let your imagination run wild. I may be guilty of
having mislead you in the past. I may have implied that C.W. and my wife may
never get along too well. That’s not exactly true. He does annoy her at times,
but she is not above using him for escort services when I’m not available.
Not that kind of escort services.
It’s this way. My wife likes to screw with the heads of
people in Arkansas. It’s her way of getting back at them for electing the two
people we have to call our Senators these days. It may be a little cruel, but,
if it brings her joy, I’ll not deny her the pleasure.
Besides, said senators are a couple of reprehensible
lemmings. But that’s for another day.
Today, just let me explain that her periodic urges for
fellowship have to do with C.W.’s ability to shift shapes at will. And if he is
in trouble for some malfeasance or other, he’ll agree to do it for her.
Here’s the deal and how it includes C.W. Let’s just say that
he's not above shaping to please, and
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| This shape pains me considerably. But I'll do it for Mrs. Big Dope. - C.W. |
- She would walk into any sleazy bar in the South with Billy
Gibbons, and
- She would walk through Times Square in New York City with
her head held high if Matthew McConaughey walked by her side.
So, I’m not sure where either my wife or C.W. are this morning, but
if you see a cute little number walking through your local Walmart alongside Harrison
Ford, just nod and walk on by.
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