Desperately Seeking The Good Life!
Must include a sprawling log home on the water, with sweeping views of nature, while maintaining proximity to all modern conveniences & 
entertainment…allowing for my periodic depression induced shopping sprees & occasional urges to skank it up & hit the dance floor with my non-sexual life partner. Boat house & outer buildings must be fully stocked with any & all recreational vehicles for land & water, ensuring I can get my ya-yas out at a moment’s notice. Home should be wired for sound & high tech fun, with a big ass TV hanging on the wall of every room. I’m open to including the 4 rug rats, however, both they & the house must be self-cleaning. This is *non-negotiable*! A bevy of invisible servants should be on hand 24/7 to meet any & all household needs. During
the winter months, I require a private jet on stand-by to whisk me away to Margaritaville at my whimsy, where attractive cabana boys will serve me fruity umbrella drinks on the beach all day. A constant supply of kittens, puppies, & bunnies that stay perpetually tiny & have no bodily functions whatsoever will also be appreciated, filling the empty hole within me that is my aging uterus. The garage must include a fleet of cars, to suit my ever changing moods, from a big, black, mean looking SUV, to a canary yellow convertible Corvette, & everything in between. Meals will be made to order & readily available at the bush of a button. Landscaping should encompass various denominations of money trees. Homework will 
be strictly forbidden, along with extracurricular activities, play dates, & birthday parties that require any effort from me whatsoever. And if Seeley Booth…the actual fictional character, not the actor who plays him…happened to be living there with me, I’d be alright with that. If you think you can provide me with “the good life”, please contact me at 1-800-keep-dreaming. Serious offers only!
Signed,
The Mayor!
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If you find it let me know because I’m coming too. I even volunteer to stay home and do dishes while you skank it up on the dance floor because I don’t dance!
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October 14, 2010 at 9:21 am
Mayor, are you drinking again?
For realz though, we went to Margaritaville in Vegas and I couldn’t get over the fact that they had a giant volcano in the middle of the place that spewed out nothing but alcohol every our. I wanted to swim in that shit.
Ahhhh…..I love you.
What? huh? Oh sorry, I was distracted by that dude in the hot tub! I’ll take one of those please, even if he won’t whisk me away to Margaritaville
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If David Boreanaz was a horse, the Mayor would ride. Wait, that didn’t come out quite right…if wishes were horses… oh never mind.
Ya, I think you and I need to stay far far away from each other. Either will end up adopting children from far off lands to fulfill our need to cuddle, or we’ll end up with a houseful of procreating bunnies to make up for the fact that our ageing uteruses (uterusi?) make us feel unsatisfied.
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