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Erols used to be cheap... and then they had to go and get ASSIMILATED.
HE WONT STOP PLAYING THAT TRICK PONY SONG.
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER
he just keeps making it louder
he isn't this deaf
He likes the song, sure, I know that.
BUT AM I PLAYING MARSHALL MATHERS AS LOUD AS I CAN AND SINGING ALONG?
NO I AM NOT.
and now it's neil diamond again
I am going to find the woman who burned these cds for him (she's also the one that makes those nasty ass po folks pecan pies (with walnuts instead of pecans) that he loves) and put my coffee cup through her skull and scoop out her brains and feed them to small creatures and then kill the creatures and feed them to BIGGER creatures and then feed them and feed them to the husband of this chick and then.. yeah .. and hmmm
I really kinda lost my point there.
maybe I need more coffee..
NOW IT'S ABBA!
Rhett: You really are a fantastic looking woman.
Rhett: ::::sorts through his photos::::::
Rhett: Sorry, did I just show up out of no where and compliment you?
Me: heh, yes you did
Rhett: Sorry. I know how you hate that.
Me: and yet.... here you are.... doing it....
Me : you hate me, don't you?
That one recurring argument.
When my mother coplains about the heat
And he says "I remember a time when ... if it wasn't 75, 80 degrees, you weren't happy"
And my mother looks at him.
Just a long stare. Like she's puzzling something out.
and, looking away, rolling her eyes, having made up her mind
sighs at him "I never liked it hot."
"oh yes you did! I remember it. don't try to lie."
"Doug, I never liked it hot"
"Fine, fine, your memory is going."
and my mom just heaves a heavy sigh.
They've been having this argument since I was a kid.
it's always been the same.
My mother just giving in.
My father, sure that he's right.
I'll hear it again at least 10 or 12 more times until the weather turns cool again.
My mother has always hated the heat.
My father has never paid enough attention to her to notice.
Rhett: Wanna run off to Europe with me?
ME: not really
ME: feelin kinda grumpy
Rhett: Yeah. Europe would just make you grumpier.
Rhett: For some reason I get this mental image of you crossed with Jack Lemon when you say you're grumpy.
I wish my parents weren't deaf
If there is a gallagher special, a charles bronson movie, or a 1950s war movie on TV my father will find them.
And flip between them all in 10 minute intervals.
I hate the weekends.
Wish he was in the military still.
Rhett: I thought perhaps you'd like to know that I'm sitting here completely naked, thinking about you.
Rhett: Okay, that's only a partial truth......
Rhett: .....I'm wearing two towels.
Rhett: .......and thinking of Jack Lemon.
These drinks just aren't big enough.
I'm quadding the recipe.
I'm gonna run out of vodka.
That will be a sin.
But at least tonight I won't be running out of cigarettes.
That was just beastly.