Post by ImperialRedDragon on Mar 12, 2008 18:30:05 GMT -5
"Sigmund Freud once said, 'What do women want?' The only thing I have learned in fifty-two years is that women want men to stop asking dumb questions like that."
And indeed, I was in love, back in those days. We were engaged, to be married within a month's time. It would have all worked out, but I had one problem, for you see, I was in love with another.
His name was Bill Cosby.
I loved him more deeply than I ever thought one man could love another. I still longed to be married to my other love though, and so I kept my passionate desire for my big, strong white man wearing black a secret.
In retrospect, I was young and arrogant. I thought I could lead my double life forever. I grew proud and careless. I began to leave his tapes and pictures strewn all over the place, believing wholeheartedly that no one would ever know.
One night, I simply went too far.
She had told me she would be off shopping for the day, and I anxiously awaited her departure. It was Cosby's time now. I never watched her leave, never heard the latch on the lock click shut. I was too preoccupied preparing my pudding and getting my tapes out.
"I just forgot to get my...oh my god!"
There I stood, in all of my god-given glory, pumping it furiously, pudding in hand, The Cosby Mysteries blaring on the TV in front of me, while my fiancee stood in the doorway, mouth agape, shock in her eyes.
"It's not what you...achoo!" I said/sneezed at her.
She slammed the door shut, neglected to say gesundheit, and I never saw her again. She never even came to pick up her stuff.
Joke's on her; I got her beanbag chair.
And indeed, I was in love, back in those days. We were engaged, to be married within a month's time. It would have all worked out, but I had one problem, for you see, I was in love with another.
His name was Bill Cosby.
I loved him more deeply than I ever thought one man could love another. I still longed to be married to my other love though, and so I kept my passionate desire for my big, strong white man wearing black a secret.
In retrospect, I was young and arrogant. I thought I could lead my double life forever. I grew proud and careless. I began to leave his tapes and pictures strewn all over the place, believing wholeheartedly that no one would ever know.
One night, I simply went too far.
She had told me she would be off shopping for the day, and I anxiously awaited her departure. It was Cosby's time now. I never watched her leave, never heard the latch on the lock click shut. I was too preoccupied preparing my pudding and getting my tapes out.
"I just forgot to get my...oh my god!"
There I stood, in all of my god-given glory, pumping it furiously, pudding in hand, The Cosby Mysteries blaring on the TV in front of me, while my fiancee stood in the doorway, mouth agape, shock in her eyes.
"It's not what you...achoo!" I said/sneezed at her.
She slammed the door shut, neglected to say gesundheit, and I never saw her again. She never even came to pick up her stuff.
Joke's on her; I got her beanbag chair.
