Wednesday, April 06, 2022

 

Cd'

nt explain 

what ate him

alive, thus


lost friends

& vicious

mistresses.


(Wife had bugged

out early last year.) His


daughter, convening her Bum 

of the Month Club...thus


so very busy,

anyway...Died 


he of Terminal Gas!

Held it over-much! Lida

Orticott, NP, explained.


Though no one listened.


Hoppy Presser, 20, Daughter’s

latest miscreant a pallbearer.


What's he got that deceased

would envy, hey?

Just enormous

freak of:


starts w/C,

ends w/K!



 

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Thursday, March 22, 2018

 

Sighs the attorney



“Thirty days till Blood Week.”


“You have your instructions.”


“Ax the Unholy Seven! Clear enough.”


“Disloyal Incompetents!”


“But I’m feeling repercussions like
the pre-echo on an old LP.”


“Not your worry.”


“Will be if they sue.”


“Honey the exits!”


“Consider it done! But, speaking of
Honey, divorce final in a day!”
“I started breathing again last week.”

“And the other lady packing up.
Bit too slowly. Your termination
clause with her is solid, but her
shyster brother’s a lawyer, so
they still think they can extract
more from The Big Guy.”


“That’s allegedly me. More pounds
of flesh off this fifty year old hide,
and I become the little guy again!”


“Won’t let that happen! Why you
couldn’t afford me then! But...
I’ve got something pleasant for you.
German knockout came over to
marry senior honcho of conglomerate?


But he stroked out and is presently
Babble-o-Rama!


She wants you! Pure and simple.
She read Business Week Profile.


And her deal is no deal. She signs
nothing, nor do you. Has her own
money, believe it or not. At any rate,
she has put my cynicism to the test!”


“Uh huh? I do believe I’ve heard similar
melodies.”


“I quote ‘My desire is to serve him
completely. End of story!’”


“I’ll meet her. Haven’t laughed
recently.”


After two weeks, he cancelled
Blood Week.


Thus Cherchez la femme for
good things too.

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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

 

Places


At home:

Her!  Always.

He all but explodes
into a Hitler Salute daily.

But at work:

absorbs a score of 
good mornings,
most fearful.

Goes it thus for years.

BOSS.

Enter, then, mincing:

Mistress.

And emotions ripped from
his fat  chest.

Mme Hitler learns everything
and finds it hilarious. She does,
however, make sure of her future.

Divorce not necessary if he’s
locked in to this deal.

For now.

He signs.

Mistress acquires phantom illnesses.
Other two talk her down from sighs.

This is, however, not a nice story.

Gets worse no matter what
the parties essay.

Thank God nobody else cares!

Though they’re creative, actually.

(Last, wife works out condo deal
for amusing Mistress.)

The 3.

And get to liking that in each other.




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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

 
Pillow Talk


-It's always good, that speech. Caught it on CSPAN.

-I'm a little tired of it.

-Then why not give another?

-It must pass under dozens of eyes beforehand. As you know
from your boss.

-Politics is tiresome. Worst the higher you go.

-You got that right. But I come here to forget it.

-That's nigh impossible for both of us.

-Well, just let's keep our little secret.

-I hope so...but your wife gave me that look. Some conference or other. I just dropped in.

-What do you mean, that look?

-Indescribable to males.

-You're just getting a little paranoid. She showed no sign when I gave her watch charges by light. No battery.

-Lovely! So, expect the same for my birthday?

-The strategy works. If I gave both of you different things,
I could get tripped up with her. Asking if she still liked something I really gave you.

-Not necessary anymore. She knows--I’m open to all
kinds of variety!

-Not a thing. Show me the look. Show it to me!

-No use. Too subtle for your sex. Especially a brain
factory like you.

-Nobody dumber mid the ladies.

-I'm training you.

-I suppose so is she. I'll be a total pansy before it's over.

-Now that’s just not possible! Besides...it's never over.

-Christ! Where are the mistresses without the PhDs?

-Yearning for what I got.

-Flattery will get you everywhere.

-What I’m hoping.




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Friday, December 02, 2011

 
What the Big Guy Needs

1) Stay-at-home wife, sugary, quite pretty and witty in
non-threatening ways. As she runs parties etc.
The Ambassador and his wife love her! No exaggeration!

2) Mistress, much involved with hair and nails and him.
Talks celebrity nonsense easy to tune out.

3) Hybrid, tough businesswoman fighting alongside.
Sometimes falls grimly into bed with our hero--as if
shoving down a peculiar MBA problem for the nonce.


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