Honey,
Sweetheart,
Schnookums,
Dearest,
Your Majesty,
Mistress Barbara,
Inflata-Belle,
Affection Droid #69,
Hey You,
Yo!
I am
sorry,
so sorry,
very sorry,
so very sorry,
so very very sorry,
wracked with guilt,
probably going to regret this tomorrow,
a bad, bad boy,
a dead man, I know,
a bold-faced liar and you probably shouldn't believe me,
but I can't
be there for
make it home for
meet you for
manage to get away for
find the time for
see the importance of
be bothered with
stand the sight of you, and won't be there tonight for
fathom spending time with you during
ignore the voices in my head telling me not to show up for
dinner.
the movie.
Bobby's bris.
that oh-so-cool dueling piano bar.
line-dancing class.
your Silver Jubilee.
my ass-whuppin'.
that "virgin sacrifice" thing.
your regularly scheduled maintenance.
our yearly sexual encounter.
I
have to
need to
want to
must
oughta
feel compelled to
have a burning desire to
am blessed with the responsibility to
am required by law to
am forthwith ordered by the gods of Asgard to forsake thee and
work late tonight.
go over to my mom's.
help out at the soup kitchen.
bake brownies.
figure out my estimated income tax for next year.
return Jailbird Jezebel before the video store closes.
solve this @$*& crossword puzzle!
alchemize lead into gold.
fend off the Mongol hordes.
polish the Liberty Bell.
I'll see you
later.
late tonight.
no later than 12:17 a.m.
in the morning.
soon enough.
when I get home.
sometime, I guess.
around.
on the other side.
in Valhalla, my friend.
Love,
Love and Kisses,
XOXOXOXOX
Yours,
I kneel before thee,
Long may you reign,
Don't hit me!!
Insincerely,
See ya!
Catch you on the flip-flop,