...Goes Horribly Wrong:
I sent TheFireMarshall to the store to get 3 items. He came home with one too many. Here's how the converstation went:
FM: "Look what I got for you."
TD: "Really, you got that for ME!"
FM: "Look at me. Now look at your man.
Look at me...Oh! I AM your man.
A man who will smell like he should, not like chick soap.
I am not on a horse."
D.E.A.D Somebody come get him, please.
Are you afraid when you send your man to the store - WITH A LIST - with what he will come back with?
BE AFRAID. BE VERY AFRAID.
