ick. there’s so much editorial biased crap in here. i don’t know why i read the newspaper at all.
i know what you mean. i haven’t read the paper for years.
you’re reading the paper right now.
no, no. i’m just using it to shield myself from your hagrid face,...
wife kills husband then escapes to tropic island. hailed as hero by most
i’ve been thinking about buying one of those robot vaccum cleaners.
all you have to do is empty the dust bin.
all i have to do? cleaning is a woman’s chore!
oh, we’re traditional now? so you’re finally going to fix my car then?
not likely. that’s a mechanic’s chore.
and yours is?
watching porn, mostly.
"it has been alleged in the ’dr death’ inquiry that a patient’s life support had been turned off because dr death needed the bed space."
good for him, saving all those taxpayer dollars.
tyler, that’s an incredibly heartless thing to say. what if it had been one of your relatives that he murdered?
ok, let me rephrase that.
i can’t find my passport.
it should be in the filing cabinet.
aha! it’s probably in this folder marked ’monique’.
hey, wait a second,..
this is a file full of insults? are you keeping a file full of insults in reserve that you can use on me?
i guess i just put my spare time to good use.
you are such a freak.
and you are my muse.
what are you doing tyler?
i’m watching the next door neighbour’s front yard.
the car guys yard?
yeah. i’ve noticed that when he finishes doing up one of his hot rods, he’ll leave it on his front yard all innocent and unprotected like.
unprotected like? have you been hanging out with jeff foxworthy?
funny. no, you know those strange, high pitched sqealing noises we hear occasionally?
you mean it’s not been you looking in the mirror?
oh, she’s in rare form tonight. i think our neighbour has been testing some customized anti-theft dev...oh dear lord, is that a claw?!
i wonder if the vienna boys’ choir knows about this? it would save a lot in training costs.
oh so close.
ick! there are rat droppings in the house. you’re the one who insists on living in squalor, do something about it.
the next morning
aaaaaaaagh! mother f,....
yep, definately no rats on her side of the bed.