Slick here…hijacking Chuckie’s blog.

I was surprised, to say the least, when Chuck asked me if I’d take over for him while he’s away in Chicago.

I flat out told him “I don’t know Chuckie. We’re buddies and all but I’d just feel a little too uncomfortable. Does she agree with this too?”

“My blog you damn idiot, I’m talking about my blog” he said….

“Oh”….

Anyway, Chuck is the only “blogger” I talk to on the phone. I tell you heathens this so you’ll realize I’m not some random manwhore that you’ve mistaken me for on my own blog.

If I were a homosexual, Chuck would have my extra house key.

For now though, I keep having to dodge answering everytime he asks for it.

Aside from all the sexual remarks, Chuckie is a helluva dude. Like myself, a true southern gentleman.

(He better touch my scrotum for this glowing endorsement)

Come on home safe and sound Chuckie!

By the way, don’t leave on a trip again without restocking the beer in your fridge, please. I’ve been thirsty the last couple of days.