Serious.
Hey, you're a good story teller - help me come up with something.
Once upon a time.................
Serious.
Hey, you're a good story teller - help me come up with something.
Yeesh, now I'm going to have to come up with a good story since the original post was just meant as a general observation.
Hang on, let me think....
Okay, let me give you something to start with, Vrai. Maybe we can ALL write the story.
So the credit card bill comes in, and it's time to look it over before setting it in the "pay" pile.
A number of irregularities catch your eye. Merchant names like, "World Recreation" and "News Review."
So, He Who Shall Remain Nameless (we'll call him "He" for short) comes in the door a short time later. Time to ask some questions.
Next?
That's not a good start since I keep my money separate from anyone who is not myself.
Let's start where he says, "I always wanted to be a man...."
'Kay, I'll bite.
I always wanted to be a man who can come and go as he pleases and not have to tell anybody where I am. So if I came home drunk at 4 a.m., I wouldn't have to explain where I'd been or who I was with after getting off work at 6 p.m.
You Sir are an idiot.
I would never lie to my Wife.
Tell the truth and be done with it.
'Kay, I'll bite.
I always wanted to be a man who can come and go as he pleases and not have to tell anybody where I am. So if I came home drunk at 4 a.m., I wouldn't have to explain where I'd been or who I was with after getting off work at 6 p.m.
'Kay, I'll bite.
I always wanted to be a man who can come and go as he pleases and not have to tell anybody where I am. So if I came home drunk at 4 a.m., I wouldn't have to explain where I'd been or who I was with after getting off work at 6 p.m.
Or it could be:
"...because when I was a woman I didn't really feel right about myself..."
Or it could be:
"...because when I was a woman I didn't really feel right about myself..."
Who TOLD you?!
See? This is why you gents need to tell the whole story without us having to drag it out of you syllable by syllable. Women don't speak Grunt.
See? This is why you gents need to tell the whole story without us having to drag it out of you syllable by syllable. Women don't speak Grunt.
I don't look at the purchases... I just pay the bill.Okay, let me give you something to start with, Vrai. Maybe we can ALL write the story.
So the credit card bill comes in, and it's time to look it over before setting it in the "pay" pile.
A number of irregularities catch your eye. Merchant names like, "World Recreation" and "News Review."
So, He Who Shall Remain Nameless (we'll call him "He" for short) comes in the door a short time later. Time to ask some questions.
Next?
I don't look at the purchases... I just pay the bill.
Warm. Pfft. What is this, a day spa?Tsk - no fun. You need to be ALL UP IN ARMS about this! Be angry! Interrogate! Crank the Chasey Suspicion Ray up to full power! Presume guilt! Rig the gallows! Warm up the castration instruments!
Warm. Pfft. What is this, a day spa?