...as Mex finished the sentence with "Viagra."
Now alone, Mex tugged at his boxers with the "I'm the BIGEST one!" pattern all over them, and peeked at his not so biggest.
"Damn,,, took a quadruppelle doze,,,, and this friggin pecker,,,wont' do they tricks,,,,it usted to."
He poured himself another shot, lit a Start and pacing the room he picked up the phone to check up on the Circus.
"Sell the elefant,,,, buy tow tiggers! LOL,,," he barked, and hung up, just as Muffy returned.
"Ready?" she purred.
"LOL,,,ROFLMAO,,, sure baby, I'm ready,,,, but let's talk about me furst, OK? ;-)" he said in a husky voice that tried to hide his anxiety.
"Talk?" Muffy was perplexed. "Talk, I thought . . ."
"You sound like a moron!,,, LOL,,," Mex interrupted laughing uneasily. "I said we'd talk!,,, ROFLMAO!"
"But I thought you said you longed . . ." protested Muffy.
"Thats whaat I sayd,,,,before you left,,,, but honey,,,,gone short now,,,LOL!,,,you gotta be quick!!!!!!,,,,LOL ;-)"
He grabbed the bottle, and before Muffy could say 'pumpndump' he was out the door.
Muffy stood staring after him feeling a bit abandoned, but . . . |
