Not feeling this at all. Trash.
So I went to work this morning, making sure my wife was occupied when I met up with mistress #1 for a little sumthin' sumthin', if you know what I mean. Before we could finalize the deal, I got a call, mistress #2, was outside and threatening us both harm. I had to think fast because I was running late to hook up with mistress #3, so I calmed down mistress #2 while mistress #1 snuck out the back door and made it on time for brunch with #3. I had to hurry though, my business meeting in Metropolis was critical to the future of my personal wealth (of which I have plenty). I needed to get the deal closed and books doctored before Detective Jones grew anymore suspicious. So I left mistress #3 in good spirits and headed into the board meeting, closed the deal and when I walked out the door I was arrested. Jones had known all along! It was Mistress #2 who set me up! So there I was in my holding cell, when the guard opened the door and in came Bubba! Big, well over 6 feet tall, 300 lbs and an expert in the system. He liked the looks of me and as he started to come my way ... I suddenly woke up and realized it was all dream! Just a scary little dream!
Much like this song... TRASH!
If you say so. Seems like you're saying that you watch soap operas?
Dude! Seriously! That one guy in the band is also on an actor on a Soap Opera...
And you would know that by watching soap operas. Congrats!
I know who you're talkin' about Scott. Wasn't he on The Young And The Restless?
Isn't your subscription to "Soap Opera Digest" expiring soon?
There are no birthdays today
Norma Jean Fox
(11/30/1945-9/7/2010)
© 2024 Created by RJhog (Admin). Powered by