Ah, my oft-neglected blog…if I post a fantastically underrated song, can you forgive me for the dormant months??
If I was dating a girl and I came home from a bad day, and she gave me this card, I’d be legit ring shopping the next day. Lots of my posts are testosterone-driven explication of what a ‘wife’ should be; this post differs in that it is a testosterone-driven explication of what a ‘wife’ should do. God bless the girl who gets me well enough to play me like this.
In honour of tomorrow’s concert event, one of my favourite Brad Paisley songs. No guns in my truck (SUV), but otherwise it’s pretty accurate.
You, on the hill! Marry me! There’s only one word for a chick like this, and that word is Rad As Fuck.
What’s that? That’s more than one word? I don’t give a shit. Neither does she. So you go ahead and sit here, lost in semantics, me n’ the wife are going to spend the night having sweet adventures, drinking cheap wine, and totally doing it on the sly all around the house.
Enjoy your life, nerd.
Sadly, years later when Marilyn asked if you wanted to go sink some 8-ball, it meant something completely different.
Don’t do drugs, kids.