The ones where you didn't remember who I was, and the ones where you left me to fend for my gustatory needs myself in that apartment. I could go on at length.
You're not bleeding in a ditch somewhere, though. Lucky you.
That was so insulting that I was doing my very best to force myself to forget it, although you've ruined that, thank you very much. As if I would ever.
Thank you for your foresight then, because I have no desire to sit for hours in the triage waiting at an emergency room because your brother's shot his toes off.
You make a very good point on some occasions. I'm going to go put my foot in my mouth while I go buy something for dinner. Should I make it take-out or should I pretend I got lost sight-seeing and give you two some alone time?
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You're not bleeding in a ditch somewhere, though. Lucky you.
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I wouldn't let Cal play with the guns. We have that to thank for a lack of bloodshed.
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Thank you for your foresight then, because I have no desire to sit for hours in the triage waiting at an emergency room because your brother's shot his toes off.
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And a medium pepperoni, why not.
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