My sort of lady is now officially my lady. So if you are a young, barrel-chested, boxer-brief adorned male brimming with semen I urge you to bark up another tree because the bitch is all mine. Luckily for her, I will not act upon my animal instincts and piss a circle around her. At not until I get ten drinks in me.

Labels: l-i-v-i-n, wife