Re: a husband

Leadership, protection, financial support

Come on now, that's wet meat rubbing together.

There's only a matter of time before it starts smelling. You think if we fuck until tonight it's gonna smell like strawberries? Okay then.

I don't know what it was. I wasn't dehydrated. And I don't have vertigo.

Re: the guy from the union, He's a little hairy. And he's a little scary.

Re: 50's personal life: I don't want to know about that. What do I want to know about bullets for. I'd have to have bullet proof ever thing. Bullet proof contacts. Bullet proof bracelets. Bullet proof deodorant. No thank you. I meet 50 at the office.

Jaded, naked, and sober.

If it will make your pussy eating experience easier then I will shave it.

Oooh, be easy Amy. Be easy.

Unless you want to buy that pretty little nose again, cause I'm going to bust your shit. Then stop provoking. You not the only one that know how this game is played. You think I don't know when the cops come you just gone sit there, all doe eyed like "officer I don't know what happened. She just got angry."

Shit I didn't want to do. People made me do things I didn't want to do. A number of things. It's not just one thing. That shit wasn't easy today.

You can ask my therapist if you can find her. And if you can get her to break our confidentiality aggreement.

I'm in therapy for that shit.

You put a little sugar on shit you can pretend it's a canole.

I did read up on it, but without studying it, I'll tell you what my impression is...

We can move on to the next item on your list...no I love this phone call.

I don't want sex to cloud my judgment. When we make each other feel good, we can't see certain things. There might not be much to see, but in case there is, we need to know how to deal with it.

It's hard to be easy.

When I'm with you I try very hard to be easy. And to make it easy for you. I think alot of it has to do with you. You're mellow. You don't react to things so quickly that you don't think about what you're saying or the reprecussions of what you're saying or doing. If that made any sense.

You cannot come into my bedroom, no matter how gently you knock.

The dream, the full dream has not been actualized yet.

I had a husband like that. I learned when the shit hit the fan, I didn't always have to duck. I could put up an umbrella.

The booty jump off? It's disgusting and fascinating at the same time.

Look at your hands. They look like exaggerated cartoon hands. You look like Jaugernaut.

You think you could throw me around and you can't. Not without getting a frying pan to the back of your head.

We'd kill each other. Like War of the Roses? We'd fall down from the chandelier then you'd put that big as Jauggernaut hand on my shoulder and I'd fling it off and then we'd both die.

No, I don't think I should stop. You make people vomit. You telling me you can dish it out but you can't take it?

You like ridiculing people. Yes you do. The whole room is laughing at the black woman after you tell a lame, lame-ass chicken joke. That's funny to you. You like it. You're a bigot. With a small mind.

The acting is really bad. So I suggest you go have a couple shots or go do a line of coke because thats the only thing that's going to get you through this.

I am not aroused when I see a man in uniform. I don't think sex, I think post traumatic stress disorder. The number of police officers that go home and beat their wives is alarming. And soldiers? Forget about it.

I can't believe I'm doing this. No, what daddy wants...

I got good aim mutha fucka.

After seeing a friend drunk I said, "Impaired."

Uh, newsflash...

I didn't murder your mother. I forgot something.

You're not going to take a nap on the roof in a hurricane are you? Like "Let's see what happens?"

His intentions are obvious

And I am wise enough to know when I'll be a notch to someone.

She asked me if I still loved him

I thought about that. I hear couples say after they've broken up that they still love the person. But I think about the word love

Linda said...

It is implicit. Within reason.

Something else. I'm not a default wife.

Gang-banging for the Lord.

My nipples are very important to me. They are the source of my arousal. Can I call them my ignition, might as well. I'm the car you're the driver.

Mockingly

Pretty profound.

Is everyone bringing their STD free card?

Undisputably beautiful.

Perpetual brilliance.

Words to remembers

Inescapable feeling.
Precisely calibrated.

Madly, deeply in love with them. All. They are all gentlemen. They are true friends. I feel safe. I feel protected. They're consistent. They share. A number of reasons. They were annoying at first. Cause they used to wrassle. You know, the testosterone would take over and then I would just sit in the corner and be a girl. And then it'd be over and we'd have some beer and talk. They listen to me. And then suddenly they became very dear to me. You don't get to bond like that with all your co-stars. I mean I wish I could because then I would have like hundreds of people in my life like these three. But even if I never met another person in my life, I'm set, because I have them. But I think its that our personalities meshed and you know now we're a crew.

I talk to them all every day. If not on the phone then on our secret group on facebook. No. I hate Twitter. I just hate the name. It's stupid.

It's just respect and immense love. I love you all.

Good. I'm glad it's mutual.