Yeah, well she'll get bitchy. Ignore it. It's not aimed at you. It's how she feels about life. Remember way of the superior man -- you cut through her storminess with your imperturbable clarity of purpose.
Listen, Mr. Skinny Hotpants Dude. IF you go to the wedding -- you better damn well look like a million bucks. I suggest you buy yourself a new suit for the wedding. A nice dark charcoal gray three button suit. Go with a crisp white or a light blue shirt. Make sure the shirt has been washed, pressed and lightly starched at the dry cleaners. Try one of those iridescent gold patterned ties. Black shoes, polished. A light splash of your favorite cologne. You are ready for the hunt. Time to polish up your flirting skills. Yes..flirt at the wedding. Do it in front of your wife, but also compliment her as well. Show her you are confident enough to engage her as well as "play" with other women. She'll either hate your guts or want to ravage you with hot sex under one of the banquet tables. Time to let it all hang out.
Please stop being nice. \\
I'm sounding a little like Frank, beccause he bitch-slapped me on the phone the other day and reminded me that sometimes I sound like a nice-guy wus and it's very boring.
Where's the warrior? The dashing, brave, true, fierce MC?
I, for one, am very proud of Mr. Skinny Hotpants dude. Those firm, tight, sweet, cheeks of yours are driving all the women crazy.
