Dear Olie, People say that you are the wisest ole married man in the world...or at least along that narrow little fjord where you, Helga and your Norwegian blue live happily ever after. Well as a newly wedded husband I feel like the stupidest married man in the universe! Olie, isn't marriage about passion and love? My dear Protestant evangelical Oxsana and I waited for marital bliss before we did the bliss thang....as the American rappers would say. Well, now that we have marital bliss we have not enough bliss thang, at least fo me, dawg! Olie, olie, help me set Oxsana free! Henrik mit Hardon
Dear HmH, I haf been der, brutha...but oiling up Oxana might not be the exact solution... You see Hardon Henrik, my brutha, the female of the species whetha her crib is in a fjord or a ghet-toe does not have the bliss thang like the sven of the species. But that is not necessarily a bad thang, bru...Olie, the ole married man learned a long time ago that keepin a hand handy can work wonders fo the marital bliss and that bliss thang. Push, pull or plunk, Henrik of the Mighty hardon, that!, ma homeboyz, is the secret ...Oxsana when left alone ,will surely COME with ma homez and you will be waggin yo tail behind huh!