May 8th, 2006
|08:01 pm - Naked Guns: Part One|
I was in that hazy, floating state of almost asleep when Charlie tiptoed into the bedroom. Gently, he leaned over and put his arm, ever-so-tenderly, about my shoulders. I snuggled back against him, and sleepily murmured, "Hey sweetie."
"Thanks for trusting me," he said softly, and lightly kissed the back of my head.
"For what?" I mumbled, still not quite awake. He was silent, as though not sure how to respond. A glimmer of an idea flickered in the back of my head, suddenly.
"You mean about going out to the range without me with the hot, naked, European chicks?" I asked him.
There was a brief pause. "Well, you have to admit," he said, "a lot of people would get a bit freaked out and possessive in that situation."
"Hmeh," I said. "Half of the people I've met that are freaked out and possessive are cheaters themselves, and the other half just don't have much faith in themselves or their relationship."
"I love you so much," he said and gave me a hug.
We lay snuggled in companionable silence for awhile.
"I guess I didn't really think about it," he said, "but in hindsight, maybe 'Yeah, come on over and bring those naked pictures you took while we were out at the range and my wife will be happy to help you download them' could sound like kind of a bad idea."
I giggled. It did sound pretty bad, put that way, even though it was all perfectly innocent.
(I'll pause here for a brief moment while those readers whose heads have exploded take a moment to wipe the brains off the monitor.)
"Now, wait just a minute there, MrsV!" I hear some of you shriek, "Let me get this straight: are you trying to say that your husband, your dear Charlie whom we all know and love from your entries in this here blog here, this paragon of virtue who has even engendered his own small fan club, went out to the range (leaving you at home in your illness) with some hot European chicks, who then, at some point, got naked and took naughty pictures of themselves, and then he brought one of the aforementioned hot chicks home with a USB drive and had you DOWNLOAD said naughty pictures?"
"WHAT KIND OF MONSTER HAVE YOU MARRIED?"
To which I would reply, "Whoa, there, settle down, campers!"
You see, this all will make much more sense once you know ... the REST of the story.
(to be continued here)
Is this the same Charlie that laid all that carpet at the Bunny Ranch?
That would be him, yes.
If THAT's what you call it.
I've never for a second thought he was a paragon of virtue.
For the record.
Of course not. Look who he married. He has to have at least a little bit of demonic blood in him or he wouldn't be able to even go near her without bursting into flame. Or am I getting life confused with video games again?
"Or am I getting life confused with video games again?"
Okay, no WoW for you for ONE WEEK!
Ok. I'm playing a lot of Oblivion, so I haven't been on WoW in a while anyway.
But a week without video games? HA! HAHA!
BTW, are we going to get to see this pictures? Huh? Huh?
OMG! You WoW! OMG!
Llane, level 60 Hunter, Fahrenheit is my guild.
btw...I so need the rest of this story.
Oh, the toon's name is Pyrene.
You cannot have him. He is OURS on Garona.
So you'll just have to come to us.
Between MC, BWL, Epic Hunter Quests, and everything else...Uggggggggg....
Yeah, yeah, yeah, everyone's busy.
My main is still only level 35.
But all my toons combined are level 60, you know, if you add them all up.
60, a 14, 15, and a whole bunch of under 10s. One Hordie. Troll Mage. Oooh baby, they have some perky boobies.
Seriously though... epic hunter quests on a high population server friggin SUCKS!
Hehe. Yeah, I actually started on Beta, but took a break in May '05 after getting to about 44. These louts convinced me to come back on again, but this time on Garona. I'm getting distracted enough as it is, so while I'd love to, I don't think getting on yet another server is a wise thing.
BTW, MrsV and I are starting a subguild of DOT called DOYAA: Dragoons of Yet Another Alt.
It's okay, Fahrenheit is closed for recruiting, unless they're IRL family or something. We just started in on Blackwing Lair and people know it. It wouldn't be personal to you, just a holding tight to policy. 150 toons/accounts... not counting alts. Omfg.
ooooh. I'll try logging Garona tonight before 8pm. We have MC and my class officer is in S. Africa so I might be doing invites...again.
Yes, but then, you've met him.
Monster? Hah. He let you see exactly what he was downloading, even had you perform the task so there was no possibility of subterfuge.
Thank you for playing Shock The Sephus. Even though you didn't win the jackpot, we thank you for appearing on our show and have a case of Stouffer's Budget Entrees for you backstage.
So that's why he didn't ask me to go shooting. Some friend he is.
I cannot WAIT to hear this one.