The letter
I walked in today and my wife Cookie was sitting at the kitchen table reading a letter and crying.
For the love of Pete, I thought someone had died.
But no, it was a letter to Agnes Marie, that Cookie had found while looking for the hot water bottle in Agnes Marie's room, from some guy in Italy, who wanted to get to know Agnes Marie.
Italy!
Get to know!
Jesus Christ on a hot plate!
I need a beer.
For the love of Pete, I thought someone had died.
But no, it was a letter to Agnes Marie, that Cookie had found while looking for the hot water bottle in Agnes Marie's room, from some guy in Italy, who wanted to get to know Agnes Marie.
Italy!
Get to know!
Jesus Christ on a hot plate!
I need a beer.
posted by Francis Pottie at 6:46 AM
2 Comments:
What! My ROOM? I sleep in the HALL, remember?
And he was just SHOWING INTEREST. It might be helpful for me to know people in Italy in case I get a scholarship there one day.
Moonie Pottie, you don't have the sense that god gave a duck.
The only interest that guy from Italy is showing is in S- E- You Know What.
How many times do I have to tell you that once Lexter and Bonnie have the kid and get a place of their own, then the bedroom is yours.
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