*tsch* typical - bloody zombie husbands....you should try being maried to a vampire... He spend s FORTUNE on sunblock, and never buys me anything pretty. And if I'm not washing lipstick out of his collar, I'm washing blood out of mine.
(
theoriginalsteve <this space intentionally left blank>,
Thu 6 Nov 2008, 9:27,
archived)
oooh I knowyou're a SAINT for what you put up with from that man of yours Dorris, a freaking SAINT... I'll always remember that New Year's party we all went to at Ethyl's... I mean I know she puts on a mean spread, and I know she's one of them Vegetablarians, but killing their dog and eating it's insides at the table... in front of the children... oh you must have been mortified!
(
Prof UnderCover evitable,
Thu 6 Nov 2008, 9:30,
archived)