Her Cheatin' Heart
May, 2002
This Column is not about you or me. After all, we've never dated women who fooled around behind our backs. How do we know? Because we are too handsome and virile and debonair to put up with that kind of disloyalty. And everybody knows we are hung like horses and wield tongues like 10-inch skillets and have so many notches on our weenies that they resemble raw cube steak. You and me, jefe, we are irresistible to our women and have always kept these same women totally satisfied and under control,...
