[And besides that, these sandwiches are rancid and spoiled! Grrrrrrrr.]
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They got to you, didn’t they? How much money did they offer you, how many pieces of silver did it take to turn you against me? I should have known you’d do this; I was sure I smelled mayonnaise mixed in with the Miracle Whip in my sandwiches. Grrrrrrrr.
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SpunkySenior, I need to figure out how I can divorce both you and BB at the same time. Grrrrrrr.
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Thank you, great advice! I’m meeting with her even as you read this . . .
Randy D: “I appreciate you flying into town and agreeing to meet with me on such short notice. Before we get down to business, I insist on complimenting you on how attractive you are. I understand you booked a room in this very hotel, right? (Cough, cough.)”
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Gee, I remember how that movie ended . . .
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Grrrrrrr.
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BB, I need to figure out how I can divorce both you and SpunkySenior at the same time. Grrrrrrr.
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Belly dancer? What belly dancer? Oh, wait, I remember now. You had me get rid of her almost a month ago, she’s long gone and I’ve completely forgotten all about her, mainly because of the flamenco dancer who replaced her.
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Thank you. I thought the exact same thing; she’s a little more decent. I’m getting better.
Oh, excuse me, but I have to go because the mechanic is finished with my truck, and the contractor is here to install the mirrors over my beds.
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(were we’re)