I was going to do a top ten list of the different types of slumps to post, but I’m currently in a “writer’s slump” and I couldn’t come up with ten. I came up with one. Make out that two. I apologize in advance. Bite me.
For some reason I can’t seem to get a grip on writing on the fly this week. Maybe it’s because of the lubrication interruption of sleep I get because Daryl is up all night sneezing because of his allergies. Poor guy, I REALLY do feel sorry for him. He will sneeze orgasmically a minimum of 6 times per episode. I remember 6 because it rhymes with SEX.
Speaking of slumps, our sex life could use a poke in the butt arm. Our schedules have been pretty wacked off out lately so the frequency of our romantic interludes have gone down recently. It’s difficult to get together because I am in retail and he is not. He gets has off on Holidays while I jerk work them. I just said to him last evening after dinner, “Horny Honey, I think we need to ejaculate evaluate our frequency,” to which Daryl looked up from his Soap Opera Digest and innocently sneezed that I should try my hand bran.
Yawn. After working a 12-hour day yesterday with the promise of a drippy busy weekend ahead, I’m not sure this sex slump will ever cum come to an end because the people at work are just sucking the life from me.
Oh well, I guess after all is said and done, most humps slumps eventually turn around and grow erect into positive examples of humility, so I’ll wait patiently as I continue to fornicate participate in this fun loving, ass grabbing fulfilling relationship together.
Whew! I need a cigarette, and I don’t even smoke.
Salt 'n Peppah! 