Friday, November 6, 2009

The Nosiest Man Alive...

George stopped by for a short while this afternoon.  He was being nosey and just had to find out what I was up to.  He quit coming over in the mornings because of my new edict of no drinking in the house.

"I could've gotten laid the other day," I told him grinning. 

"You haven't gotten laid in a year!" he exclaimed.

"Don't remind me!" I smirked.

I told George all about my flirtatious encounter. 

"I'd have a better relationship with Pookie if she didn't keep stealing the money out of my wallet," George replied with a constipated look on his face.

I didn't say anything that I haven't already said a hundred times.  

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