By decree of the Empress...
Everyone pile on -t's MiL and beat her soundly.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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By decree of the Empress...
Everyone pile on -t's MiL and beat her soundly.
I think I deserve an ice cream cone.
Oh, -t. You deserve an entire Ben & Jerrys store.
ETA:
Everyone pile on -t's MiL and beat her soundly.
Damn right.
Also, -t, I've got some ice cream. You should come here and hang with me and Toto. There's ice cream, and Roseanne, and Toto. I mean, what could be better than that?
We didn't tell her about the second one because of the whole hurricane thing taking up her brainspace. So I really can't blame her, but it's still very hard for me to deal with.
And now I have vented and now I am letting it go.
Exhale.
We didn't tell her about the second one because of the whole hurricane thing taking up her brainspace.
Regardless. After watching B go through hers last December, it's still the most horrid thing anyone could say to anyone. IMVHO.
You'll pardon my evil thoughts about her.
You want I should smite??
Oh, -t. Can I beat her a little bit anyway? Hard?
((-t))
I'm on my way, vw. That sounds awesome.
Where's we leave the teleporter?
We will hate her for you, so you can enjoy the rest of the visit.
Where's we leave the teleporter?
Oh, shit. Did it get left behind in the hospitality suite?