I was just explaining recently to this redheaded white chick that of all my most horrid transgressions, the one thing I never did was cheat on my wife.
Yes, Dickie Bhee was once married.
It was a vile, psychotic affair filled with ambulances, cops and bandages.
But there was no infidelity.
Not on my side at least.
And I doubt on hers either.
And yes, my wife was a Negro.
I am not, on that front at least, a hypocrite.
But anyway, I’m going way off the point; the thing is, I’m reading how in this cat Michael Wolff’s new book, our Prez, Donald Trump is portrayed as a – this would be the perfect place for the word “nigga” but since I don’t believe in wasting those on non-Blacks – dude that would set up his friends to fuck their wives.
And here’s the thing, while I’ll acknowledge that was Trump did was foul, how fucked up of a husband must you have been to have let him get the room to operate that was necessary for him to complete his scam?
Dig, according to the New York Daily News, the play went like so:
Trump would then have his secretary ask the husband to stop by his office. Once the husband got in, Trump would subject him to “constant sexual banter” — all while having the wife listen in on the conversation via speakerphone.
“Do you still like having sex with your wife? How often? You must have had a better f–k than your wife?” Trump would apparently ask friends. “Tell me about it. I have girls coming in from Los Angeles at three o’clock. We can go upstairs and have a great time. I promise.”
Now, part of what I was saying to the redhead – who I would like to fuck, don’t make me into a lie, I mean, I may not be crazy about interracial marriage, but interracial fucking suits me just fine – was how amazed I always am when dudes take to telling me about how they’re fucking outside of their marriages.
And this happens often!
I don’t know if it’s done to impress me or not but it always has the opposite effect.
I mean, as a married person, your first commitment/obligation is supposed to be toward your spouse.
I’m not at all the bible thumper, but I think as far as marriage is concerned, I think Genesis 2:24 pretty much nails it.
And how would I be supposed to trust you now seeing as you are so eagerly willing to betray you most necessary and fundamental of bonds?
So if some clown like Trump could buddy up to you and talk you out of your ties to your wife, you deserve to have his orange hair between her thighs and his tiny hands on her hips as he’s giving her backshots.
I mean, it would be one thing if she was leading him on a real estate walkthrough like so:
but for you to sell her out?
And I know, they say that marriage ain’t what it used to be.
They blame, among other, changing times, gay marriage and feminism.
But here’s the thing; if you don’t ascribe to marriage in the traditional sense, why even get into it?
I only got out because either me or my ex was gonna kill the other.
Which would have been, you know, according to Genesis 2:24 and all, sorta like suicide.