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Brad exposed my secret that I'm not really the greatest woman in the world. He also called me a bitch, which really hurt my feelings. So I fired him as my bitch for about 30 seconds, after which I took him back because, well, I forget why. Possibly because he has a nice ass. I forget. All in a nights work. Oh, and I made him cry. Damn I'm good.
Enough about my exploits of torturing Brad, which may become my second favorite past-time after knitting. The above came after Tom's poker night, which was as always, grand. Funny, because that's about how much money I lost. On the other hand, I got to see Tom's ass, so the night wasn't a complete disaster. Definitely worth breaking my anti-social vibe of recent.
The whole night made me miss Clooney for some odd reason. Maybe just his pig. Does he still have that fucking thing? As much as Tom and Brad like to torture me, they have nothing on the old man.
The hubby and I are venturing out for a nice Mother's Day dinner soon. We'll try not to make the other patrons sick with our googly eyes and kissy faces. Everyone have a pleasant Mother's Day, or what's left of it.
Enough about my exploits of torturing Brad, which may become my second favorite past-time after knitting. The above came after Tom's poker night, which was as always, grand. Funny, because that's about how much money I lost. On the other hand, I got to see Tom's ass, so the night wasn't a complete disaster. Definitely worth breaking my anti-social vibe of recent.
The whole night made me miss Clooney for some odd reason. Maybe just his pig. Does he still have that fucking thing? As much as Tom and Brad like to torture me, they have nothing on the old man.
The hubby and I are venturing out for a nice Mother's Day dinner soon. We'll try not to make the other patrons sick with our googly eyes and kissy faces. Everyone have a pleasant Mother's Day, or what's left of it.