Whenever I was in the mood for intimacy I would dry hump my ex-gf and make loud animal noises like the National Geographic Channel was doing another one of their documentaries. The first few times it was funny, it was cute and almost charming. After a while it became childish, vulgar, and intolerable. Especially when I started to do it all the time and at a Duane Reade (a pharmacy).
Every time I write a blog post in my diseased mind I am dry humping your leg while you read or do something that is nowhere near as fun as being dry-humped to the sounds of alley cats in heat. So far you haven’t politely asked me to stop dry humping you which is a testament dear reader to your tolerance and acceptance. Well what more could I ask for ?
So here is to your continued good humour. Thank you for indulging me. I hope our arrange will continue being fruitful and as god for you as it is for me
Vivacious (& that sound @ 1 min is because the male cat’s penis is barbed)
You are always entertaining and insightful brother. I’ll continue to read as long as you continue to write, even if I now know you are dry-humping us while making sounds that you only hear in the Outback on or in the Serengeti.
What an intriguing way to describe gratitude! Love it!