i have this "friend"...

so a "friend" told me the other day that he was um... how should i say this delicately for my thousands of readers... involved in the budoir with this woman one morning, just trying to get the day started right, when the door opened up, and her child of 9 years old appeared. after much scrambling and retreival of sheets and bedcovers, said child closed the door, went back in said child's room and turned on spongebob leaving my "friend," and his partner to figure out what to do. my "friends" response to any future questions asked was "go ask your mother." what a way to start the day... i mean for my friend that is.

mbm