Only one more sleep and I have some good stuff to tell you. Well it won’t exactly rock your world but it should be funny. Well at least the stories I’m currently formulating seem to be funny in the production stages in my mind. But to try and get them onto the computer sounding so hilarious might be tricky. A bottle of whisky and a couple of ounces of brake fluid, maybe even some ketamine and I’m sure the stories will come storming out at a rapid pace.
Like a rabid cheetah.
I just hope it’s as good as I’m picturing it to be. I hope I can make your Thursday. I hope you have not left me yet.
Don’t leave!
Tomorrow…I’m back. I’m better. I’m more drunk. I’m better looking. I’m fitter and healthier. I’m more tanned.
I will be seeing you tomorrow. That’s a date. It’s Valentines Day tomorrow as well. Hence the word “date”
Send me roses.
Send me chocolates.
Tell me you love me.
Nibble my ear.
Kiss my neck.
I’m going overboard here.
Shhhhhh…sleep tight. Because there are a lot of dreams to be had!
I hope you don’t think I’m weird.
WOW! Don’t bite my ear!
Sean Lloyd
Editor
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