Last night as I was scratching my ass and yelling to Debbie" Yo , grab me a beer while you are out there!"
She came in mumbling something " You don't love me....Blah blah , blah.... and you use to be more romantic.... blah , blah, blah.... and you use to read poems .... blah, blah , blah!"
" You want poems?" I asked." You Got Poems!"
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin-Its the Triumphant Twang Of A Bed Spring!
And thats when she slapped the hell out of me!"
And Remember......
Laissez les bon temps rouler!
And as always, thanks for listening!
Friday, February 27, 2009
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you get slapped a lot, huh?
lol
huggies...
Give Deb more romance....she deserves it.
Hugs, Rose
i think sugar is right, you get slapped alot im sure! lol have a good weekend. hugs
Yes, but did the bed springs squeak when she slapped you?
That was hilarious.. I told my coworkers that one.
*M*
LOL, lucky she didn't bean you off the head with the beer.
Now THAT'S funny! Made me laugh out loud...You're so terrable! (and she must love you a LOT my friend!)
And you deserved it!!!
I think by now Debbie has gotten slapping you upside the head down to an artform. (Hugs)Indigo
Go Debbie! lol
Come on now, ya gotta admit you had it coming!
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