|Denny circa August 2013|
Aww, I know it’s late, and I’m really sorry, but a few of us were hanging out at Mikey’s watching the game. I must have nodded off after my second, and last, beer.
Whoa. Hold on there, no need to get all up in my grill. This is Denny you’re talking to. Your lover. Confidant. Nurturer. Soulmate. Do I not hit that juicy rack so good? Exactly.
What? Cheat on you? Why, because I smell like Britney Perfume and undercooked Tilapia? How like you. How so very like you. And here Denny thought the Salem Witch trials were over back in the 1960s. Guess I was wrong.
Oh, so Mikey stopped by looking for me tonight? What does that prove other than Mikey’s so fucking goat-stupid that he didn’t realize I was sitting across from him watching the Brewers game? (BTW…Brewers won in 10.)
And someone named Sylvia called and said I forgot my ball-gag at her trailer? Sylvia who? I must know 200 people named Sylvia. You’ll have to be a little more specific, because I definitely don’t remember hitting anyone named Sylvia doggy style two or three times tonight in the flatbed of my El Camino over in Jeffers Park.
Look, let’s just get this all out there, okay? I’m ready to swear something to you. On the lives of our beautiful, yet to be conceived out of wedlock children: Denny did not cheat on you tonight . . . anally.
So there it is. As the lord Jehovah as my witness, I promise to you that at no time this evening when I was away did I insert my penis into another’s rectum--man, woman or beast.
Did you not hear me? I’m laid bare at your feet now--but a man--and pledging my scared word that I did not engage in placing my eager, erect horsecock into another’s yawning, chocolate balloon knot.
I’m not sure what else I can do to ease your mind about my unwavering fidelity but to say once more that I refrained from greedily sodomizing another from the time that I left your side this morning until right this very instant.
Now, is Denny forgiven? Because I promised my old buddy from high school that I’d stop by after midnight to help him fix his car. He even said that I could crash there.
But my heart will be right here . . . with you, woman.
Yours in love,