B! Mams! Come!

I'm palpitating at the thought!

Pahll-pih-tate-ying!

Please come?!?!?

Also, Bobo, if there is a dishwasher and I miss it...there won't be a story to tell your child (...ren?).

...well, there's the first one, but that's so old and foggy...
...it really needs refreshing...
...perhaps this time you'll join me at the trough?

And that way there'll be a newer, better story to addendum the first one with and really zip it back to life for years and years of retelling...just make sure not to mention it to the Mrs. until afterward...don't want any ladies getting in on our action...after all, the first time, the real problem was that the kitchen was tiled just like the men's room...where I thought I was...and ladies oughtn't be in men's rooms without the stall door closed and quickie-kink on the brain...and that's another thing entirely. This? This is this.

Hell, let's open it up! Anyone else want to join me and Bobo at the dishwasher? (Assuming, mind you that there is an unguarded dishwasher...and now I'm supposing I've convinced Bob and don't have to keep trying...if you're not convinced, sir, read to the end and I'll tug at your heartstrings 'til you are)

WHO'S IN?

DUCK? FRANTS? KEVS? So? ANYONE ELSE? COREY?!?!?

It's so exciting! I already can't wait to never tell my son...

...maybe later when he's in college and we're all drunk...and you're there, Bob and maybe more of you...one of us will give the other(s) the "wink"...and we'll grin knowingly and decide then and there whether the kids are ready for a REAL story...

...maybe then.

(heartstrings tugged yet? I thought so.)