Archive for November 24th, 2009
QTMama Text Messages.
I’m not really sure what it is about QTMama that makes me want to try to offend her so terribly. There was that one time I wrote a poem about her being a whore. And then I may have tried to get her to use the phrase “hotdog down a hallway”. Hrm. But nothing bothers her. She’s impervious to it.
This past Saturday night, I got a text message from her at 11:30. Here’s how it went.
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QTMama: It’s 11:30 in Chicago. What is Cookie up to?
RE: One hand is diddling a woman, the other is texting you.
QTMama: Liar! What woman?
RE: One with a great big ol’ vagina. I’m inside her now, texting. It’s nice and warm and I can feel her pulse. It’s very intimate.
QTMama: LIAR! You can’t fingerbang and text at the same time!
RE: Dude, I’m totally inside her vag. It’s cavernous. Wait. Wait a second. Is…. Is this *your* huge vag??
It must be! There are pictures of Em hung on the walls. Aww. That’s sweet. Very intimate.
QTMama: Dude. My Vag is Awesome.
RE: What are YOU up to tonight?
QTMama: I am hanging out with my new guy. So cute. Cute boy plus me!
RE: Are you giving him a hand job while texting?
QTMama: No! We’ve not had sex. Goof.
RE: I must multi-task better than you. I’ve had sex with 3 women while we’ve been texting.
QTMama: False.
RE: I’m chilling out at home tonight after guys night last night. Nothing exciting. Glad your date is going well!
QTMama: It so is!
RE: I mean, going well for you. Not for him. If it was going well for him, he’d at least be getting a handjob or something.
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So! As you may know, QT is in Florida right now and we are texting this minute. I am trying to convince her to let me do a guest post on her blog.
I suggested the idea and she said, “Oh! You could, sure! Good idea. Wait. About what?”
I said, “OH I COULD COME UP WITH A FEW THINGS.”
She said, “I know. That sort of worries me.”
**rubbing hands together evilly**
Stay tuned.
Bath: Do Not Want.
No. No bath please.

However, he loves being dried off and given a towel massage.



Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.