I gotta be quick. I'm on lunch and don't have much time. I was breezing through the blogs since I haven't read some in a long while or blogged myself for that matter. But lo and behold, could my eyes be deceiving me? Say it ain't so Sam, say it ain't so. I feel sooo used!
I read that Rick...has been...he's been....running some other girl's intervals! Oh, the horror. I've been kicked to the curb. I bet she's younger, isn't she Rick? They always go after the younger ones I heard, but I never believed them. I bet it's safe to say she's not built like a platypus, huh? Did the spy put you up to this? Or was it the Godfather himself, Basset Hound?
I will not let this distract me from the task at hand. I have a marathon to complete and I will complete it.
And tell your little floppy-earred friend, B.H., that he may have won the battle, but, so help me, I am going to win this war!!!
He-he. Love ya Rick!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment