Dottie, the hot potato...
I guess it's time for me to fill you in on Dottie and her ex-boyfriend. Sigh. Well it's like it is with most guys, you don't put out and you get dropped like a hot potato. Poor Dottie. NOT. When she's "in season" she trots her hot little ass around the yard stopping to pee a little here and a little there. Like I don't know that she's leaving her little calling cards for the neighborhood hound. In honor of her latest episode, I've kept her inside when I'm not home to be able keep a VERY close eye on her. And when Mr. Hounddog comes calling around, as we all knew he would, he is greeted with a very mean looking BB gun and a loud pop. Now, don't worry I never point the thing directly at him. He's in no danger. Haven't seen Mr. Hounddog in quite a while now. Dottie sits forlornly at the glass door hoping to catch a glimpse of her former suitor at least making an attempt to pay her a visit. Sorry darling, you're not on his agenda, at least not this month. I just find it amusing to watch her "covert" missions in the yard and how sneaky she tries to be, and WOULD be if I didn't watch her like a hawk. So, there you have the infinitely amusing story of Dottie."Overheard in New York" Quote of the Day
Man with hands down pants: I'm sorry... My penis is too long for these pants.
--62nd & Columbus, New York City
Labels: ass, Dottie, penis, sex
posted by tanyamoniq @ Wednesday, August 15, 2007
1 Comments:
Well said.
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