Oh By The Way...

(photo via la-passante)

I'm such a sucker for tattooed chicks. I wish I could come home from a long, grueling day at the office, to have her lying on my bed. I can see it now. She'd be waiting patiently until I walk through the bedroom door to pounce on me, like lions pick off weak antelope. I'll be in complete shock to even wonder how the hell she got into the house, let alone in my room. She'll rip off my clothes as if they were on fire and then throw me on to the bed. No words would be spoken, just passionate love making for hours on end. We'd take little, 10 minute breaks to smoke weed and try to muster enough energy to go at it again. After sex, she'll lay her head on my chest. We'll cuddle till the sun comes up without saying a single word. Then when I think I've finally found my soul mate, that I'm the luckiest guy in the world, she'll utter those words that would destroy any hope of us being together: "Oh by the way, you're all out of pot. I smoked most of your stash waiting for you all day." Chicks.