If the hater feels it's more worthwhile to read my doings from a distance than
it would have been for her to treat me with respect when she had the chance,
then let her. If she moves from here to doing something creepy (not at all unlikely,
knowing her), I at least have the confidence of knowing that there will be an
awfully short list of suspects and she will be at the top of it.
A perfect example of Why I Need This Page.
Me: Your fork fell off the table when you got up to get Coke. It's on your
chair.
That Man of Mine: [ignores me]
Me: On your chair. Your fork. You're going to sit on it.
Him: Did you see my fork?
Me: It's on your chair. You're going to sit on it.
Him: I guess it fell off the table.
Me: You think?
Him: [starts to sit down] Let me check the floor.
Me: You are about to sit on your fork.
Him: OW! Fuck!
Me: What happened?
Him: My fork was on my chair and I sat on it. Ow!
Me: [innocently] You stuck yourself with your fork?
Him: Yes, dammit!
Me: [unable to contain myself] So, are you done? [hysterical laughter]
Perhaps you thought that was the punchline. Perhaps you would be a Fool.
And Now ... The Punchline
Him: You know, you could have told me I was about to sit on a fucking fork.
Me: Oh, no, you dinnit. You are so getting Discoed*.
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