I Need To Let The Voyeurs Know I'm Okay

[justin_nyc]

And I'll verify that you have been on your best behavior all week.   You really have

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[brian_pa]

Of course your bitches know that you're okay. If you were dead, I'd be sure and let them know

[justin_nyc]

I resent your remark about my dressing. It's fresh lemon juice and seasoning. No calories. Christ!

And I can just imagine you telling the voyeurs about my demise. Yeah, right. Something cryptic (ha) with no reply to comments ever again.

As for Claire, it is too short notice. Peter's not even home. How about next Sunday? The 18th?

Wait a minute. Peter might be upset by all of this. Let's not make any decisions until we talk to him.

Let's look at the bright side regarding March. If Gus' break coincides with Peter's, maybe we can take a little trip. Or just hang out at the house. It'll be fun. Don't think about the other stuff.

Can I expect you soon? It's after 9 and I'm famished.

[brian_pa]

Be there in a few. If a certain chump gets his ass in gear and finishes some paperwork that must be faxed tonight.

Yes, I would like a spring trip, somewhere warm. I'm sick to death of winter and snow and rain and hail and sleet. Tired of being cold.

I didn't set the date of this dinner fiasco, and I am not going to negotiate with terrorists. I'll just tell her my better half said NO.

Lemon juice is okay but you said "light dressing" so it's your fault I had to clarify. Stop bitching, or no dessert for you tonight.

[justin_nyc]

How about I call Claire while you're on your way home. There. That's settled then.

[brian_pa]

The chump has come through (finally) and I've signed off, so I can leave.

Tell Claire whatever you want. As long as it's "no."

On my way.