Rita? Friend? Buddy? Pal? I am not sure if I can say this delicately (as I don’t want to make any sudden movements here) but...
When you and er...Gladys, are done discussing the pyramids, I think one of you needs to see about upping the dosage on that medication, tranquilizers AND pot.
Just sayin...
Your pal, Normie
(Who backs careful and without any threatening movements out of the rubber room) ;)
Hey, sweetie!
Gladys took to heart your kindly suggestion of dose upping— her bewilderment state having increased by a factor of two, she thought she should. But for me, you know, I have always been just fine, no problems with me here. I’m swell, it’s just those other guys. But, I’m fine.
Actually, I’ve been fine since I’ve known me. It’s Gladys.
She can be temperamental, (kind of like Carson) obsessively curious, cranky, occasional outbursts, etc. But, me? I’m fine, no problems here, I’m fine, really, I’ve been fine since I’ve known me, back in ....... (trails off)...
Oh, oh! Poof! ***!!!$# (That rubber wall can sneak up on a girl!) %:/