Unfortunately a few months later my wife decided to get away from me too so now I had a house in the UK and one in Donegal, two grown up children who ...regarded anywhere not London as nowhere, a wife who preferred her Samba teacher and an old BSA A50 motorbike that didn’t go. I work from home a lot, and working from home, from Donegal was ideal sometimes.There was a knock at the door. Standing there was the most beautiful dark haired woman with an Irish Wolfhound for company.“Can I use you phone?. “She’s very pretty” he said, with a rather large smirk on his face. “I know” said my boyfriend, looking at me with the same smirk. “You been together for long?” asked his friend. “About a year” my boyfriend said, leaning back on the wall. “Oh yeah, that’s a while” said my boyfriend’s friend, leaning back on the wall with my boyfriend. “Go and get us some bears” said my boyfriend. I agreed and went to the fridge, getting out two bears for them. I stayed in the kitchen for a moment, trying to. Dean told Harris that he had seen him around the History Department as he was a senior in the Department. The two students took seats on the terrace of the trendy café which hosted an executive lunch crowd. A waiter with very effeminate mannerisms and wearing very tight pants with a nice package showing arrived and asks if he could help. Harris was looking around the café noticing that there were only lunch time patrons were men and mostly well dressed older men. He then noticed the waiter. I once was Don Imus but now I'm a slut,who gets fucked in the cunt and the mouth and the butt.Yes I once had my very own radio show;when I talked more better, and not like no Ho.All I can say now is things like: "Sho 'nuff";"Yowza!" and "Um-gawa" and "Feets do yo' stuff!"...And to negotiate prices for services rendered,by this dumb two-bit floozy of a new race and gender.Oh I used to be famous all throughout the land,I basked in fanatical praise from my fans.The more vicious I was the more.