From Inchcock on The Spoof! “Well, Mrs. O’Flaherty , so you want a divorce?” the solicitor questioned his client. “Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge?” “Oh, no,” replied Mrs. O’Flaherty, “Shure now, we have a carport.” The solicitor tried again. “Well, does the man beat you up?” “No, no,” said Mrs. O’Flaherty, …
I saw you once again last night… As I closed my eyes… But that was nothing new to me… It came as no surprise. But as I faded to the blackness… I travelled back in time… To when life was much more innocent… And I could call you mine. So how could it be…? That …
Makes eminent sense to me!
Just following orders! (Notice the picture on the wall?)
I´m working on it!
Pleonexia by Lindell Vecchio. I couldn´t agree more. Kudos, Lindy!