.. now I'm here in my leaky trailer waiting for tropical storm Fay to smash into me. Should I just break it off with her or stick it out. We do have a lot of fun but she is really getting on my dang nerves. This morning I was just sitting on the sofa with my feet on the coffee table watching TV. She comes stomping into the living room, tells me my feet smell like an open grave then starts spraying them with Lysol. Dang! I got so mad that I grabbed the can and sprayed her under arms and she, in turn, pushed me backwards over the coffee table, got the Lysol and sprayed it in my mouth. So I ran out the door and hitchhiked home.
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