Matilda stopped in this morning for a little lovemaking before she has to go off to her job down at McGurdle's Tires and Pretzels. We made passionate love for about, oh, I'm guessing around three and a half minutes, and then I had to have a cigarette as I watched her put her clothes back on. She's a damn fine-lookin' woman. I've been blessed to have so many women in my life.
The thing I like about Matilda is her ability to cook an excellent breakfast. Some of the other women are just in it for the excitement ... the three and a half minutes of bliss, as they like to call it.
Priscilla can make some mighty fine dessert items, but her cooking skills are generally not up to my standards.
So, Matilda is gonna make some bacon and eggs this morning. She's outside right now preparing the bacon.
If anyone of you cares to join us, just take Route 32 five miles or so east of Biggsville and then turn left where old man Jensen used to park his tractor. Another two miles down the road and turn by the rusted manure spreader. The Ratzenhofer Farm is just up a piece on the right hand side.
See you there. I better go see if Matilda needs help with the bacon.