My people, help me. I've been wanting to explore the newly remodeled Tropical Lei but to no avail. I was kidnapped to a Martini party last night(I'm a Stone & a stoner), a bbq today(not too bad), a trip to a brewery(that was fun-Go Sanctum!), and a dinner with people who don't appreciate my humor(after beer, bbq, beer, and more beer).
Sometimes your family and friends get you into adventures that you'd rather not have. Sometimes, all you want, is tits and ass.
I have invented a group of friends that I've developed full biographies for each. Tomorrow my daughter and her kids are coming over for a swim in the pool. I've told all parties that I'm playing golf from 3:00 to 7:00 pm and we may get pizza and play cards after. In reality I'm scheduled to meet a dancer OTC at 3:30 or 4:00 for a tryst at a hotel and go to dinner after. If she flakes (as they are won't to do) then I'll either stay at the hotel & watch the PGA Championship for awhile and call an escort or I'll go to the Club and check out some of the new talent.
One of the imaginary friends has the same last name as my ATF. On one occasion I was out all night getting her into rehab, called my wife at 11:00 when I had said I'd return, and calmly explained that "Gary" needed help with his drug addict daughter and I offered to help. I was a hero. Another time it left at 10:30 after getting a call, explaining that "Joe" had gotten picked up for DUI and I needed to go get him out of jail. Don't wait up honey, I'll be late. Now it was my ATF calling to. See if I'd come fuck her, but no one else needed to know that.
The trouble with lying is consistency. My wife has mild dementia with short term memory problems so it's not an issue in my house. One must align priorities properly.
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One of the imaginary friends has the same last name as my ATF. On one occasion I was out all night getting her into rehab, called my wife at 11:00 when I had said I'd return, and calmly explained that "Gary" needed help with his drug addict daughter and I offered to help. I was a hero. Another time it left at 10:30 after getting a call, explaining that "Joe" had gotten picked up for DUI and I needed to go get him out of jail. Don't wait up honey, I'll be late. Now it was my ATF calling to. See if I'd come fuck her, but no one else needed to know that.
The trouble with lying is consistency. My wife has mild dementia with short term memory problems so it's not an issue in my house. One must align priorities properly.