speaking of... til diesel sent me on a tangent... I'm freezing my ashes off, avoiding, "improper contact... improper contact"-limitless guy... the mrs has made it clear... it's HER 3rd relapse... likely, daggering, in my direction, when i heard it, with such, bose, 7.0, clarity... i mentioned the way in which virulent viruses r haphazardly, passed along. i mean do ya think eboladozer piles r filled in with malicious intent and 3 generations of 24&more? ummm... needless to say, she was probably looking for the marsair visqueen, website, or possibly an apology for unconscious, convulsing, cough spells, in the evening breeze. i mighta misspoken... i went with door #2 (the back door) & something to the effect of, "baby, i will try to get out of your ubberinfectios glair... sorry... hair... which looks lovely, btw... gm and the coffee, is awesome [WHAM... BACK DOOR
#2] ".
one has to appreciate what a good sport my lovely g is... her next gush was, "oh... vegas?."... half, rhetorical. which meant, "you're a Richard jr., but imma b cool, regardless of whether u leave the state, in an 'ambulatory'"... (not literal... inferred through ignorance) manner.
-sc
no, baby, that was yesterday... kinda figured you'd prefer me, around.", [i was sooo sick, no way i wanted to ride in a glovebox].
there may have been more blablabla from her, but truth b told, i heard nothing. she'll b fine. woke up sick n grumpy. I'm human, too.