<>_<>one sunday morning<>_<>
One lazy Sunday morning Moonshine and I were quiet and thoughtful, sitting around the breakfast table
when I said to her unexpectedly, "When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff, immediately."
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" she asked.
"I figure a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" she asked.
"I figure a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and
I don't want some other asshole using my stuff."
She looked at me intently and said: "What makes you think I'd marry another asshole?"
She looked at me intently and said: "What makes you think I'd marry another asshole?"
.jpg)
0 comments:
Post a Comment