Since I posted recently about getting on well with the cellmate, last night she packed her bags to go to her mother's. I hope she's coming back, though preferably not right away.
If she doesn't return, I'll be pretty much all alone in the universe, but thanks to the bliss pills I'm not worried. And thank goodness I've got my lovely clients, even if some of them are naughty or brain dead.
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Albert? Just dig into the nazi gold hoard and send me a few grand and maybe I'll get down there to ogle the half naked ladies!! Hotboy
ReplyDeleteAlbert? Complete disgrace! If she's able bodied, meaning that in the post menopausal the bits still work, send her north to moi! Otherwise just tell her to stay with her mother until they're both dead. Women aren't women after a short spell, and wasn't it always thus with everyone else when we found out. I divorce you I divorce you, I divorce you ...unless you've got a wee sister in which case my name is hotboy! Hope this helps! Hotboy.
ReplyDeleteHotters. Sadly that makes sense.
ReplyDeleteAlbert? Someone must have stole my identity again last night. That sometimes happens on Saturday nights!! Total nonsense in the second comment! I suppose that's why you thought it made sense! Hope this helps! Hotboy
ReplyDeleteHotters. I had a feeling it couldn't have been you. But was it Jekyll or Hyde, one wonders.
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