Sunday, August 12, 2018

Email To My Brother: No "Thank You" Sex

That mold-removal and no-mold certification you just got on your home?
      Sounds like a scam.
      Anyone can buy a few fans at Walmart to pretend to dry out mold, run off a few copies of fake certificates on their printer (How do you think I became a doctor?), sign and give them to the rubes on the midway. Pay off the right government employees, and you can charge a ton telling home owners, “Yeah, sure. All the mold is gone.”
      “Can I have some documentation?”
      “Yeah, let me write it back on the back of this napkin.”
      “Thanks.”
      “You bet.”
      “That’ll be six hundred dollars.”
      “SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS!”
      “These are expensive napkins.”
     Sounds like a headache.

     A headache that wasn't alleviated with some 'thank you" sex from your wife.
     Things were easier when we lived in caves. There was no #MeToo movement when you clubbed a woman on the head and claimed her as your mate.
      No sex?
      Then you clubbed her a little harder, and found yourself a new mate

 
 
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