Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Letting the cat out of the bag

Sorry, Carpenter, but this has to be done. You are a father. You have a lovely wife (a MILF if I may say so myself). A homeowner. A hardworker. You're living the American Dream.

I saw Z’s comment in the previous post regarding Saturday afternoons with your mistress behind the dumpsters at Buehlers. IT HAS TO STOP. Think about your offspring! Think about your wife! It's not worth it man!

Look, we're all men here. All of us understand what it's like to be in a serious relationship then head out into the public and encounter all these beautiful women you'll never see naked. It can be disheartening at times, no doubt.

We understand how this could happen. Wandering around Buehlers on a slow, Saturday afternoon. With the kid and other commitments at home, out of site out of mind, you start thinking about how it’s been a while since Little Carpenter was paid attention to. You come across this woman, a beautiful vision, near the meat counter. A conversation begins and one thing leads to another. Next thing you know, the two of you are behind those dumpsters going at it like alley rats.

It felt good at the time but the guilt is unbearable. Still, you return every Saturday for the same fast, furious three minutes of passion.

Yet all of us here at Coming Up Milhouse agree this needs to end. I’ve visited your mistress the other day at her home we had a long, heart-to-heart talk. She understands. Before I left her place, I snapped a picture for all of us to remember her by, especially you Carpenter. We all make mistakes, we won’t hold this against you. Down deep, you are a decent, loving and caring guy.

Anyway, for the final time, cast your gaze upon her:

1 comment:

Rusty Shackleford said...

By chance is that young ladies name DONna? Me thinks I know what you did with your Tuesday nights back at BGSU. Drag night at Uptown anyone?