September 11, 2005
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I am sorry, beloved,
that I am not a Stepford Wife,
immaculately groomed,
perfectly trim, long flowing
blonde hair cascading in
chaste waves to my
pretty round pink ass.
I am sorry, beloved,
that I was not cloned from
Donna Reed or June Cleaver.
I cannot sew, make quiche,
properly light a cigar, or laugh
at jokes I think are infantile.
I do not possess that X chromosome.
I am sorry, beloved,
that I am not a puppet or robot.
My brain was programmed wrong,
my wiring is all screwed up,
no matter how I try,
I don’t take orders well
and I often think for myself.
I am sorry, beloved,
that I blackened your eye.
My dear, I didn’t realize
you were standing on
the sidewalk below
when I tossed your suitcase
out of the window.
I guess I’ll never learn.
Comments (5)
I couldn’t help laughing inside reading this. It has a British humor edge to it. However, don’t forget that Donna Reed played the part of a bargirl in “From Here to Eternity” as I recall, before she married Mr. Cleaver.
I also laughed inside. Who would want a “perfect” mate anyway? Perfection is boring as hell.
You should come over and watch a romantic comedy.. with zombies.
I absolutely LOVED reading this. It has an “In your face” fantastic fighting back attitude. By the way, he doesn’t sound like a person worth having.
FOMCLMAO!!! ((SERIOUS APPLAUSE HERE))
BRAVA! BRAVISSIMA!!! I loved that twist. That was just brilliant!
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Try to pass it on to at least 8 people–but no matter You are BEAUTIFUL through and through.
LOL Brilliant! Reminds me of the strength I get when listening to Madonna’s Express Yourself.