My wife and I are both kindred spirits, rebels from birth but we both have a good heart. My books reflect this, we feed off of each other. Last night I was in a rum stupor and she decided to go down to Rebecca's house the shoot the BB gun. She took one of our rottweilers and a husky. A truck sped by and she shouted for them to slow down. Words (cuss) were exchanged and the cops later showed up.
As the cop got aggressive with my wife, the rott got aggressive with the cop.
He said, "If that "fking" dog keeps barking at me I'm going to shoot it."
Vicki said, "If you shoot my dog, I'm going to shoot your "F"ing ass.
"Put out your cigarette, turn around and put your hands behind your back."
I, in a nice rum and smoke stupor, was sleeping like a baby when the rest of the dogs lit up. There was a strobe light and 2 cop cars in front of my house. I put on some pants and walked out. They told me what happened and said that my wife needed her seizure medication. I went and got it and gave it to them.
That's my pirate, wench baby, always uncontrollable and speaking loudly. I love her, we are a perfect match. I write about our adventures in my books. Saturday is our 8th. anniversary ,I intend to fill her with vodka, dance and party, then make love like wild animals. I am a dancing fool and actually get a fan club urging me to get up when the next song starts. I have a routine that I do, my wife starts laughing so hard that she has to sit down and just watch.
I hate to say it, but I can really cut a rug. I start with football, I hike, then I'm the quarterback. I dance backwards dodging the rushers looking for a receiver. Then I'm the receiver, I dance down the floor looking up into the air dodging players. I catch the ball and run, dodging all the time. They say it is the facial expressions that make them fall out laughing. I almost gave a former coach a heart attack. I make touchdown then spike the ball and do a victory dance.
Then it's baseball. I pitch, swing and hit. I run the bases, field the ball and throw. I look over my shoulder as I run, my face filled with terror, the crowd goes wild. I actually have the dance floor all to myself at this point. Then it's basketball, then fishing as I cast to my wife and reel her in as she swims to me struggling, Then bowling, then motorcycle riding as I slide around the corners. I am a real ham and I'm very good at it.
So, where was I? My wife went to jail and we got a really good laugh out of it this evening. I love my renegade, pirate wench and put all of it in my books. If you care to peruse our life, Google "Amazon books- Vengeance a pirate's tale by Felipe Fernandez."
The adventure lives on. What a world.
As the cop got aggressive with my wife, the rott got aggressive with the cop.
He said, "If that "fking" dog keeps barking at me I'm going to shoot it."
Vicki said, "If you shoot my dog, I'm going to shoot your "F"ing ass.
"Put out your cigarette, turn around and put your hands behind your back."
I, in a nice rum and smoke stupor, was sleeping like a baby when the rest of the dogs lit up. There was a strobe light and 2 cop cars in front of my house. I put on some pants and walked out. They told me what happened and said that my wife needed her seizure medication. I went and got it and gave it to them.
That's my pirate, wench baby, always uncontrollable and speaking loudly. I love her, we are a perfect match. I write about our adventures in my books. Saturday is our 8th. anniversary ,I intend to fill her with vodka, dance and party, then make love like wild animals. I am a dancing fool and actually get a fan club urging me to get up when the next song starts. I have a routine that I do, my wife starts laughing so hard that she has to sit down and just watch.
I hate to say it, but I can really cut a rug. I start with football, I hike, then I'm the quarterback. I dance backwards dodging the rushers looking for a receiver. Then I'm the receiver, I dance down the floor looking up into the air dodging players. I catch the ball and run, dodging all the time. They say it is the facial expressions that make them fall out laughing. I almost gave a former coach a heart attack. I make touchdown then spike the ball and do a victory dance.
Then it's baseball. I pitch, swing and hit. I run the bases, field the ball and throw. I look over my shoulder as I run, my face filled with terror, the crowd goes wild. I actually have the dance floor all to myself at this point. Then it's basketball, then fishing as I cast to my wife and reel her in as she swims to me struggling, Then bowling, then motorcycle riding as I slide around the corners. I am a real ham and I'm very good at it.
So, where was I? My wife went to jail and we got a really good laugh out of it this evening. I love my renegade, pirate wench and put all of it in my books. If you care to peruse our life, Google "Amazon books- Vengeance a pirate's tale by Felipe Fernandez."
The adventure lives on. What a world.
