Not at all dear. You said you had to go. I wished you well.
Yeah, I do that when I have to answer the phone. Where were we? Ah yes, you were about to embarrass me.
But I do need to refresh my coffee and drain the last load.
Do your business. I’m patient.
Now time for a sandwich.
Bologna no doubt.
Ham. Honeybaked ham.
Slap. Honeyfaked slap.
Psycho. Funnynaked psycho.
Now I grow weary of you Silky. I’ve had fun but I haven’t slept all night. Time for bed.
Don’t call me that…that’s a spider’s prey item’s name.
You’re a pig.
He’s a senior pig trying to get people in trouble.
Sounds like you tried your best moonie but missed that meal again with your mouth malalignment . I guess it’s peanut butter swipes…,from the toilet…again.
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That’s a red flag right there Michele. Tell your husband.
Hope it breaks down or gets impounded. At least you can’t leave the state due to quarantine restrictions.
Where did you go by the way?
What does that mean? You like Uncle Joe?
What if he tells you that maybe you shouldn’t vote for him…some things are more important than just your vote.
He looks like Popeye and could probably beat you up.
Shabat Shalom, folks, and god bless president Trump and may he give him grace and great wisdom in the name of Yeshua.
Have a peaceful time, you crazy nuts!