“[He’s the one who tore several rear view mirrors off the car and then wouldn’t let us have them back”
To the victor go the spoils.
:]
Pretty much!
Heading out for the night.
See you tomorrow or so.
Still liked Buddy trying to squeeze me.
It was pretty pathetic.
“Pal, isn’t that somewhat of an over-reach for you?”
He’d look up at me like, “Can’t a guy at least TRY?”
He and I eventually had an understanding where he wouldn’t try to squeeze me, and I wouldn’t “squeeze” back.
[But he didn’t stop liking to coil up inside my shirt like a scaly belly lump..]