So, we're out in the Gobi and the wife is being rather close to the vest about her implants. She won't let me insert a needle into her saline tits to
put in my arm and refresh. The sun is taking all we have and she aint giving. It's just like her.
Suppose we weren't really driving out in the arid nothing for any particuliar reason. She simply said one day, "I have more money than you," and then I countered that she did not.
"My father is the King of the Gobi! He has a million camels ready for me with perfect teeth and two full humps."
I countered that my mother invented rivers and that all of the camels on the planet would have one hump without the rivers.
She tried to up me by saying, "My mother has the patent rights to all the string bags of tea in China."
And I told her that my coffee plantation in Columbia had 10,000 slaves with knobby knees.
She thought it was brilliant that her first car came from England and would never start on a Sunday.
I told her that our family only wore cathedars made out of the kidneys of unicorns.
And for a time she had no response.
It was a great and joyous feeling to know that I had one-upped the wife. She would fret over losing for a while and then return to her playful and docile self. It seemed that we might even make love in the caravan tent. But then the tent blew away by a stand storm at dusk.
"Grandfather has sneezed and taken away your tent!"
I told her that my cousin, the sun, would cook her brain if she didn't repent.
The woman was impertinant ever since she bought those D Cup cuties. Everynight she watched the Jeopardy TV show and answered more questions than the college professors.
I loved her.
Laying there in the desert -- it was time to make an IV needle go into my arm and drain her breast. She coalesced at the last moment and gave me a few more hours of life.
As her left breast deflated into my arm she whispered sadly, "I am richer but now I'm yours."
Suppose we weren't really driving out in the arid nothing for any particuliar reason. She simply said one day, "I have more money than you," and then I countered that she did not.
"My father is the King of the Gobi! He has a million camels ready for me with perfect teeth and two full humps."
I countered that my mother invented rivers and that all of the camels on the planet would have one hump without the rivers.
She tried to up me by saying, "My mother has the patent rights to all the string bags of tea in China."
And I told her that my coffee plantation in Columbia had 10,000 slaves with knobby knees.
She thought it was brilliant that her first car came from England and would never start on a Sunday.
I told her that our family only wore cathedars made out of the kidneys of unicorns.
And for a time she had no response.
It was a great and joyous feeling to know that I had one-upped the wife. She would fret over losing for a while and then return to her playful and docile self. It seemed that we might even make love in the caravan tent. But then the tent blew away by a stand storm at dusk.
"Grandfather has sneezed and taken away your tent!"
I told her that my cousin, the sun, would cook her brain if she didn't repent.
The woman was impertinant ever since she bought those D Cup cuties. Everynight she watched the Jeopardy TV show and answered more questions than the college professors.
I loved her.
Laying there in the desert -- it was time to make an IV needle go into my arm and drain her breast. She coalesced at the last moment and gave me a few more hours of life.
As her left breast deflated into my arm she whispered sadly, "I am richer but now I'm yours."
