In the Doghouse with the Shermanator
I'm in really big trouble with my buddy Sherman, my BFF and one of my oldest bromances. See, in my last post I promised smooches with a few in reserve for some of my hottie girlfriends and my special gents. But I forgot Sherman. Oh man did I hear it from him! But I have a reputation to uphold in terms of my milkshake bringing all the boys to the yard so I've gotta really turn on the Wally charms here to win back my Sherms. So everyone else avert your eyes, this involves groveling.
See, Sherman, I'm begging:
On my knees even.
I'm ready to give you that smooch--eyes closed, mouth open.
(That means with tongue, dude).
And, if you need more enticement, a little centerfold shot:
And my best side.
Sherman, chicken backs just wouldn't be the same without you. I mean, I'd still eat 'em and all but they wouldn't taste as good.