Dear Diary:
For a while it was just me and the guy with the shaved head, earring, and oh so muscular torso barely wrapped in that skin tight white tee shirt. Whoooo yeah, I had that guy on the floor before he knew what hit him.
Then Paul joined us and we were a threesome ... Marn, Paul and ...
Mr. Clean.
Oh yeah. Any time YOU'RE feeling depressed, feeling that YOU have no life, just mosey right over here. I guarantee that once you compare your life to mine you will feel much, much better.
So while the rest of you spent Saturday wallowing in sex, drugs and rock and roll, the spousal unit and I just finished Day One of our quest to create the illusion of order and cleanliness at our place.
Oh yeah, a weekend of housework in honour of the impending visit of the kid's boyfriend's mom and sis.
Pinch me, I MUST be dreaming.
--Marn
Want to delve into my sordid past?
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