Postcard from Crazytown
I had a huge fight with Fred this morning.
I was driving to work and he asked me if I wanted to avoid the toll roads. I shrugged and said yes.
However, when we got on the highway, the nontoll road was rather lengthy and I just wanted to get to work, so I switched over to the left and took the tunnel.
As we approached the toll booth, he was all “No! This is a toll road! Didn’t you say you didn’t want toll roads?”
And then he started “recalibrating” really loudly.
So, I shut him off.
When I turned him back on, he was all pissed off and not speaking to me.
I think we’re going to rethink the whores.
Boy am I glad I didn’t run off to marry Fred in Vegas.
August 3rd, 2007 at 9:45 am
Mrs. Summers: Shit. Fred was my last, best hope of getting rid of her forever.
August 3rd, 2007 at 1:00 pm
So you finally named your blow up doll? Sweet!
August 3rd, 2007 at 11:45 pm
Huh? What? Did you accidentally say the loud part soft and the soft part loud?
August 26th, 2008 at 7:15 pm
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