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I do like comments, so let me know if this really is a better version. I'm giving my own version three stars, only because I used GA's writing for most of the story, and that always should start with three stars. I gave his story five.
I'd like to thank GA for giving me permission to write this version and the next version to follow. I'm writing another alternate version that appeals to me, and possibly only me. I used no editor for this one so the errors are all mine. As little as I added to the story though, if I have made any errors, the grammar Nazis have every right to send me to their version of a concentration camp.
I imagine that sort of camp would be an empty cell with nothing but dictionaries and periodic inspections of my colon and semi-colon. At least I'm not a woman, or my period would be checked as well. I realize I'm inviting punctuation puns in the comments, so put yours in and let me know what ones I missed that I should have used.
As always I respond to comments within the first three days and respond to emails always. The version I really want to write I hope to complete before February actually rolls around.
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Anonymous17 days agoSo, I got dressed in my glad rags. My wife looked sexier than her usual mom mode in a dress that was below her knees and up to her neck yet she somehow made an impression on everyone at the expensive restaurant where we ate chicken wings and drank beer while the waitresses wore skimpy tops that emphasized their boobs. All the other women were dressed far more sexier but as they were all over 60 the flesh on display was wrinkled with liver spots and poor elasticity. Suddenly while I was distracted by the BBQ sauce dripping on my shirt, some guy who our friends claimed was someone, come over and asked her to dance. He must have been either blind or short sighted because my wife was dressed like a nun. He said his name was Someoneother and he made his marginal living from writing meoronic and uninformed comments on some site or other and we were all suitably impressed at his Alphaness.
He said he would give her a Hardaysknight but she declined because she said his oxygen bottle would get in the way. We left our friends to argue the five dollar tip and got into the backseat of our car and made out like teenagers. In other words I dry humped her and she went home wet and frustrated.
February just sucks for most but try as I might she wouldn't suck mine.
The end.
