Her: So, no repurcussions, cost no issue you can do anything you want what would you do?
Me: Fly to Aruba.
Her: Why Aruba?
Me: To aid in the search for Natalee Holloway.
Her: You are a sick individual. Funny. Yet very sick.
Me: Well, I suppose I could go to Washington, D.C. and see the body of Rehnquist.
Her: You really are demented.
Me: I try. Though, I might go try to bum a roid injection shot off Rafey in Texas. I get the feeling that he is not getting many visitors right now.
Her: Jesse, you need to seek help.
Me: OK.
Her: I'll call you in a minute k?
Me: Deal.
Well, hell, here I thought you took a break to get some help. . . I guess the cavalry didn't show up, eh? ;)
Posted by: JulieB at September 5, 2005 09:33 PM