I just spent 7 hours in a federal interrogation room over my knowledge of sandwiches being used to smuggle items. Why ME?

 

  Hey, wait, not the belly dancer, anyone but the belly dancer! She wouldn’t do anything like that, would she? WOULD she? I brought her from rags to riches, I nourished her career, I arranged all her schooling and training, I made her who she is today! Maybe the roller derby champion or the seamstress or the nightclub singer, even the bill collector, but not the belly dancer!





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You should get rid of her, right now.  I'm not jealous, honest! 

 

  Well, I’ll follow your advice, of course I will, consider her gone tonight.
  It will require you to begin taking lessons for belly dancing immediately. I’ll make arrangements to have you measured for the outfit by the end of the week.

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I can't possibly wear that dress, I don't have a tan. 

 

  I thought of that too. You’re flying out here to sunny Southern California where I will be your private chaperone. I’ll make sure you get all the sun you need, and I’ll be right at your side.

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My "private" chaperone, how could I refuse an offer like that.  

 

  Hey, wait . . . maybe that didn’t come out exactly the way I wanted it to!
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Too late and too bad, I'm on my way.......we cougars move fast sweetie pie. 
Once you go cougar, you will never go back.  


This post was edited by Honey Dew at October 11, 2021 6:54 PM MDT

 

  I’m beginning to see that!


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  Of course not; that Vegemite stuff is corrosive. Grrrrrrr.

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With a bunch of New Zealanders?

I don't know who they were...they didn't speak so I didn't catch any accents.  Plus they were so small I coulda fit 2 of them in my purse!