Bill took a snit earlier and (among other annoyances) left the gate to the kitchen down. Frank got in the pantry and turned up with a bottle of beer in each hand, saying,”Beer? Beer! Mine, Jooose!” I gave him some champagne, as we’re celebrating the payment of a large bonus by the Place of Employment, a national ultra-low-end retail chain. Gotta love that economic disaster ...
If we go to jail for child neglect ...
I want to live next door to you!