I pity the young woman who will attempt to insinuate herself between my mama's boy and me. I sympathize with the monumental nature of her task. It will take a crowbar two bulldozers and half a dozen Molotov cocktails to pry my Oedipus and me loose from one another.
With all of you men out there who think that having a thousand different ladies is pretty cool I have learned in my life I've found out that having one woman a thousand different times is much more satisfying.
