You know who we are don’t ya?
We are the abused wife. Just sitting in the pick up driving along, when the old man driving backhands us a good one.
What was that for? Well, you was thinkin’ something you oughtn’t be thinkin’...
And what were we thinking? Turn right, turn right!, but the old man has to turn left, towards the cliff.
Me? I ain’t listening to his lying behind no more, I’m jumping out of the truck. Sure, he’ll go off the cliff, and I’m gonna be bruised up a bit. But I’ll live and he’ll. be dead.
Let the GOP die.
Sorry for the double post