I'm going to lunch. They'll have to play later.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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Scare the postman. Scare the postman!
I have scared Toto, though. He won't come near me and keeps barking at me.Oh, poor Toto. When the kids were little, if I had to wear my cervical collar, it freaked them right out.
Hec, enjoy your lunch. I'm so sorry this is being drawn out like this. I just hope the drawing out leads to another month of insurance and a bigger severance.
Have a martini, Hec.
I have scared Toto, though. He won't come near me and keeps barking at me.
She's barking at the thing on your head, not you.
Or, if it is you, she's saying "VW! There's a THING ON YOUR HEAD!!!!!!"
And if possible, charge it to the company.
Poor Toto! Dogs can get so freaked out by new, unusual things.
Hec, have a great lunch (if possible).
"VW! There's a THING ON YOUR HEAD!!!!!!"
Bwah! That must be it.
Part of the gauze is actually under my chin, and it itches. And thus begins the three days of complaining.
And thus begins the three days of complaining.
We should ritualize it.
We lean to the left and drink or all say "so mote it be" or something.