...over strippers and hookers and my general fascination with women. So, the question on my mind as I sit here at work at 9:30 p.m. is...

Do I...

a) Go home to get yelled at again?

OR

b) Go to the nudie bar and then go home to get yelled at again?

Fuck it, they will never be happy..lol

Hell, schedule a emergency overnighter with your ATF and don't go home tonight at all. Of course we'll probably be reading about you tomorrow in the newspaper, "Lex Luethor disappear's and his wife can't imagine what happened to him".

get f...up and b...ng 4 or 5 youngones.

Go to stip club, then AMP for a nice table shower to remove all that sweet perfume, get your happy ending, before going home for an ass whoopin. At least you'll be relaxed....

...and say "bitch, pack your fucking bags."

Believe me, she'll KNOW.  Then he can PERMANENTLY stay out.  How's that sound, Lex? lol

I couldn't figure out why all these older guys would stay so late at the office.  I figured that getting promoted by my employer was going to mean far more hours.  Of course, I later discovered what the REAL reason was...lol  Funny thing was, my friend (who was my age) tried to TELL me...lmao  Damn I was naive, back then...  Casualty of being a product of the 50's, I guess.

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When I'm in trouble for something and know the Mrs. is just waiting for me to come home and yell at me, I go out and do whatever ticked her off again before I get home.  I'm already in trouble, sort of like paying for a ticket, and figure I might as well have some recent fun events to recall while she is yacking away. I hope you stopped by the nudie bar on the way home last night.

...I had a beer at the nudie bar and stayed just long enough to make sure I reeked of cigarette smoke.

...so I count on you to give me the advice I will ignore.