Sri Lankan Students

[lankan]

Dear Diary...

*Day 1*
We just celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary with not much to
celebrate. When it came time to reenact our wedding night, he locked
himself in the bathroom and cried.

*Day 2*
Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's impotent, he says,
and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn't he tell mem
something I don't know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven't noticed.

*Day 3*
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Something must change
soon.

*Day 4*
I'm hoping for a miracle. It's called *. I told him that if he
takes *, things will be just like they were on our wedding night.
I
think this will work. I replaced his Prozac Pills with the *
Pills, hoping to lift something other than his mood.

*Day 5*
What absolute bliss!!.

*Day 6*
Isn't life wonderful. But it's difficult to write while he's exercising
his new found MANHOOD.

*Day 7*
This * thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at
Burger King, the manager asked me if I'd like a Whopper. He thought
they were talking about him. But, I have to admit it's very nice -- I don't
think I've ever been so happy.

*Day 8*
I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing
the lawn, he was using his "new" friend as a weed whacker. I'm also
getting a bit sore.

*Day 9*
No time to write. He might catch me.

*Day 10*
Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much.
What am I going to do?

*Day 11*
I'm basically being screwed to death here. It's like living with a
Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning pinned to the bed. He's a
complete PIG.

*Day 12*
I wish he was *. I've stopped wearing makeup, cleaning my teeth or
even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has
become
dangerous...

*Day 13*
Every time I shut my eyes, there's a sneak attack! It's like going to
bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that "Oops,
sorry" thing again, I'll kill the bastard.

*Day 14*
I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even
started dressing like a Nun, but this just seems to make him hornier. Help me!

*Day 15*
I think I'll have to kill him. The cat and dog won't go near him and
our friends don't come over any more.

*Day 16*
The bastard has started to complain about not getting enough. I hope
the bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the *
and going back on Prozac.

*Day 17*
Switched the pills but it doesn't seem to have made any difference!
Here he comes again!

*Day 18*
Aaaahhhh! He's back on Prozac. The lazy bastard just sits there in
front of the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and expects me
to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!