Cherry Blossom Breakfast
by Marcilas Jackson
“You know, dear, there are times that you say things that absolutely defy logic.”
His wife replied, “Sweetheart, I am so very sorry that you men simply cannot come to terms with the fact that we women are so much more clever than you.”
He said, under his breath, “Bitch.”
Hi wife raised her hand. “Dear? Did you say ‘bitch?’ Listen dickhead -- the only reason that you and your fellow three-legged, knucklehead buddies cannot be a bitch, as you say, is because not one of you is man enough. Now please be a good boy, finish your breakfast and go to work.”
“Speaking for myself, I know that I am more than man enough. We have three children to prove it.”
“Oui?” she said. “Sweetheart, I don’t know whether to be proud of you, or to be disappointed. All this time I thought you were having another affair, you were actually taking French lessons. I’m so proud of you. Say something sexy to me in French.”
“You know; she does have such a cute butt…”
“I give up,” he said. “I knew I would never win an argument that I didn’t know I started.”
“Yeah, you do that. Now it’s time for you to go save the world, and make me proud like a good boy.”
“Oh, by the way -- be home by eleven. There is a surprise I have for you. And I don’t want to mess up my new Reeboks.”
“Reeboks? I didn’t know you had sneakers. And what does my coming home at eleven have to do with messing up a pair of sneakers?”
“Dear, it’s like this. This surprise is very important to me, and if you come through that door any time after eleven I’m going to put one of them so far up that tight ass of yours that I promise you, you will shit a rubber tree. And you know how much I detest horticulture. Now will you go to work? I have things to finish.”
[Kiss Kiss Hugs Hugs Bye Bye…]
Bill got up from the table and headed out to his waiting car. His driver opened the door and greeted him, “Good morning, Mr. President.”
by Marcilas Jackson
“You know, dear, there are times that you say things that absolutely defy logic.”
His wife replied, “Sweetheart, I am so very sorry that you men simply cannot come to terms with the fact that we women are so much more clever than you.”
He said, under his breath, “Bitch.”
Hi wife raised her hand. “Dear? Did you say ‘bitch?’ Listen dickhead -- the only reason that you and your fellow three-legged, knucklehead buddies cannot be a bitch, as you say, is because not one of you is man enough. Now please be a good boy, finish your breakfast and go to work.”
“Speaking for myself, I know that I am more than man enough. We have three children to prove it.”
“Oui?” she said. “Sweetheart, I don’t know whether to be proud of you, or to be disappointed. All this time I thought you were having another affair, you were actually taking French lessons. I’m so proud of you. Say something sexy to me in French.”
“You know; she does have such a cute butt…”
“I give up,” he said. “I knew I would never win an argument that I didn’t know I started.”
“Yeah, you do that. Now it’s time for you to go save the world, and make me proud like a good boy.”
“Oh, by the way -- be home by eleven. There is a surprise I have for you. And I don’t want to mess up my new Reeboks.”
“Reeboks? I didn’t know you had sneakers. And what does my coming home at eleven have to do with messing up a pair of sneakers?”
“Dear, it’s like this. This surprise is very important to me, and if you come through that door any time after eleven I’m going to put one of them so far up that tight ass of yours that I promise you, you will shit a rubber tree. And you know how much I detest horticulture. Now will you go to work? I have things to finish.”
[Kiss Kiss Hugs Hugs Bye Bye…]
Bill got up from the table and headed out to his waiting car. His driver opened the door and greeted him, “Good morning, Mr. President.”
