Reluctant Hillbillie

Definitely too angry…who needs that crappola, certainly not you SpicyB.

Well, this eye bizo has gone on long enough......to seeing soon...

Maybe he thinks it’s just too girlie……he can “do” all the other but THAT pillow.

Tell him I’ve had a recent experience in shredding a pillow in a washing machine…so if he ever wants to send it to me, no worries I *know* how to kill it…

It looks so bloody comfy.

Some fat bastid ate all the ice-cream cones around here. Went to get my nightly ice-cream with cone and there were none bloody left……I don’t really do ice-cream alone.

I ed big at the ex giving his ex away.

Oh was it a boring story?

But really this would be the last get together I’d bother going to of his. I mean why waste not only twenty bucks on the wanker but yours and J’s time.

Oh so she keeps shoving her food in her face while more than likely the baby was bloody hungry.

You win, you had a crappier weekend than moi…

You offer a very important service…le holder of all things loose.

Me and anything that spin about don’t mix. Roller-coasters are fine because you are going somewhere kinda “different” each turn and dip, but those repetitive ones ugh, if I was on a boat I’d be the producer of the chum for the fishermen.

Great happy snaps...

Well that has to suck.

May you be feeling better real soon...

Go sit outside Marg…just booby-trap yer knitting area first. You have the wool to knit a big bloody net that’s sprung as he exit’s the door and then the needles to stab at him with when he's caught…I dare say after this treatment he will keep away from you……OR you could just wait til tomorrow…

HaH at just bring it back…obviously the part of I have no brakes didn’t get through...

I’d ask them to replace yer tyres too…you probably wore some of the tread off applying the non-working bloody brakes.

Sometimes it’s very hard to find a mechanic that you can trust in their honesty and workmanship.

Oh he is such a sweetheart giving you a piggyback…I sure know the FatCrankyBastid would never offer me THAT, if anything I’d have to carry him, the unfit slow-walking thing he is…

Yep. I can feel the sincerity oozing out of yer "badness" from here.

Oh well, that’s what comes with the territory of being the chosen one uh.

I can see a spare space on you there…soon to be filled uh...

Hee. Hee.

No buffer zone fer him now!!

Perhaps by the time the kids return he will have sorted her OUT, perhaps not, who cares when she only has him to direct herself at.

I know there is no need to yell ENJOY YOURSELVES…but I will anyway ay…

Maybe he’s also shot out the phone?

Heh.

As I was reading, I’m thinking hm what about a mural stuck to the window…then I read Margs comment.

Solution. Yes...

Hm perhaps Clyde will be coming back.

They always say a dogs instinct is pretty spot on about people.

Do you think his growling may have scared the little girl and that’s why she was not so into him?

You do good work Cat…