I red that there post by PAwine about hiz ole lady a uzin hiz fermenter fer thuh turkey and I rekall a incydent where my ole fiend auvergene wuz a spattin wit hiz woman I knowed that my ole buddy had been a having troublez wit his wife fur a while and when I run into him down at thuh kafe and he wuz sittin of in thuh korner by hizself all sulled up like an ole possum. I axed him how it wuz a going and he jesst siad it wuz a going purdy good. Me and thuh misus went to one of dem marriage kounselers over in Hot Springs thuh udder day. I tell ya whut Bubba, we got in there and that felller axed us whut wuz a going on and Priscilla jest unloaded on him. She wuz a tellin him how unhappy she wuz. She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness,feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of un-met needs she felt like had endured over the course of our marriage.Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, that there therapist got up, walked around the desk and, after axing Pricilla to stand,that raskal embraced and kissed her passionately. I tell ya Bubba, Priscilla jest shut up and quietly sat down as though in a daze. The therapist turned to me and said, "This is what your wife needs at least
three times a week. Can you do this?" What did ya tell him Auvergene? Well Bubba, I tolt him that I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I fish."