Locking Up His Johnson

Yeah. Girl, listen. I knew marriage meant adjustments,

but the constant buzzing, midnight pokes at my back, and what I've

seen on his internet history, lord. He came a story,

had a brand new plan. Brand new plan. Said, "Honey,

lock away my fireman." Fireman. I blinked twice, dropped my sweet

tea glass, "Deny your hotdog, you're joking. Oh, what's this ass?"

Why on earth, I asked, "Would you ask such a thing? Silence your Johnson

before it can sing." He stared at the floor, shuffled his shoes.