What up! What up! What up my homies and homettes! On a pussy whipped note! The other day, my wife called me to let me know, that since our daughter and son usually go hangout with their friends after Christmas eve dinner, we will be heading on out to the local casino, with her mother and stepfather. I really didn’t want to go, because I don’t find any fun in gambling. But she did mentioned that I could enjoy the live entertainment, which I like because of the old school music, and she mentioned that I could have a couple of beers while I’m there. If you personally knew me, you would know that she didn’t have to say anything else after beers.
My point is, that some super-duper macho men with over inflated egos, might say that I have been pussy whipped, but that’s not the case at all. You see, since I don’t drink on a daily basis, my wife doesn’t mind me drinking on weekends since I’m off from the salt mine and I always do it at home, she just hates my binging. So what she’s telling me is, that it is OK for me to have a couple of beers on special occasions, but not every weekend. So if my wife taking care of me is being pussy whipped, then I guess I am, AND I’M LOVING IT! Whaahh-psssh!
As always, wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. I hope that you are enjoying it or have enjoyed it to the fullest.
With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!