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I did.
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You can save 15% on your current insurance premiums.
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The general cannot have a private conversation with a private, and a private cannot have a general conversation with a general.
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Lol, I do not imbibe in strong spirits, distilled beverages, beers and liqueurs, nor any other type or variety of alcoholic drinks!
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2. The misguided assumption that the graphics in any way correlate to the question was intentional.
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“Did you walk to school or take your lunch?”
Why in my mind do I interpret that as being sandwich-related?
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Nice attempt at reverse psychology by naming those roads as if you think that I think that you think that I would think that I’d fall for it, when you’re actually coming in on a completely different route. But that’s fine, because I have satellite-based detection equipment that picks up even the slightest avocado Vegemite or mayonnaise shipments that are getting close to me. One step ahead of you, queenpin of all time.
By the way, it’s well known by a majority of law enforcement agencies that you in particular are most likely to use side roads, secondary roads, tertiary roads, dirt roads, bike paths, hiking trails, dead end roads, closed roads, logging roads, military service roads, etc. They keep me in the loop whenever you’re closing in on me. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
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It’s not MY delivery! I didn’t order the stuff, I didn’t ask for the stuff, I didn’t request that stuff, I didn’t requisition the stuff, I don’t want the stuff! Consumer laws protect people like me who have these unwanted products thrust upon them, so I’ll have the feds down top of on you so quickly that your head will spin! Maybe a charge of interstate commerce fraud means little to a criminal queenpin who stacks her indictments against the walls like cordwood.
Now, back that vehicle up, get back on whatever road you came in on, and get that contraband out of here! Grrrrrrr.
1. I cannot be a party to the glorification of the big three poisons. Hosting and/or sponsoring such an event would taint my reputation as an ardent opponent of those dangerous substances. Grrrrrrr.
2. The fees to have HazMat teams come in and decontaminate my facilities and equipment and er, um ”volunteers” (cough, cough), not to mention exposing my industrial secrets to the outside world, none of those risks are worth the trouble. Grrrrrrr.
Thanks but no thanks. Grrrrrrr.
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You sure seem eager to have me come over to the Dark Side. Ok, who’s paying you? Is it Big Mayo, Big Guac, Big Vegemite, or a combination of two or more of the above? Well, I’m not falling for your trickery! Let the neighbors be disappointed, they don’t pay my bills, so their opinions mean little to me! Tell your handlers that I sniffed out the rotten egg and that the Randolph Ranch is off limits. Grrrrrrr.
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Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.