It seems as though the Billion $ Boi Toi may not be his daddy’s only play thang. According to Facebook, two equally towheaded, twinkish twinz tend to accompany the jet setting duo as they galavant around the globe.
Such intel prompts the question: If three’s a crowd and four’s an orgy – what’s one more?
Sure, I’ve got the work ethic to make it on my own. But I can’t quite say I wouldn’t go down for a ticket to their next trip Down UndAH. Or a Honda Fit.
Damn, did I wake up with some artfully tousled hair. Too bad no one was lying beside me, rarin’ to show their appreciation through the administration of a sloppier kind of bed head.
What a great nickname for a booty call. You know, if his name was Jim and I met him at 24 Hour Fitness. If I had a second Jim in my phone book and my rotation, as well.
I wouldn’t be able to call the other one Slim Jim, though. They would be listed separately amongst my contacts, but “slim” and “gym” sound too similar to provide enough differentiation when inebriated, a condition ripe for sexting. I don’t want to be confused as to who I’m attempting to coax over to my house and into my bed.
Not again.
In actuality, it’s not likely that this will be much of a problem. Slight of frame isn’t a build I gravitate towards. And should an exception be laid, I’ll just go a step further and name him Beef Jerky.
Nevertheless – Jims, Sids – Davids, Alans, Griers – better safe than, “I’m sorry, I meant to invite someone else over.”
As long as there’s a shower in between, I’m good.
I feel no remorse in revealing your age. It’s just a number, as they say. And hopefully you will be around long enough for it to get bigger and bigger and bigger.
Also, you had it coming when you asked, “Do people stop you on the street and give you money?” after expressing distaste with my haircut and facial scruff via webcam, last night.
“Touche,” you will hopefully say.
Because there really is no need to be embarrassed. 40 is the new 20. Look at “Cougar Town.” Look at “Sex and the City.” Look in the mirror – or the Picture in Picture, above. You HAHT, lady!
MmmHMM. Own it.
And if you’re still feeling bashful, scroll down. Read more of my blog. I’m sure you’ll find many, many – MANY – other posts by which you are far more inclined to be mortified.
© 2010 JJ Wienkers. All Rights Reserved.
Designed + developed by SilvasDesign.
