"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.
ok, well i’ll be off. ooo! i thought we agreed to a "no gluing bodily parts to inanimate objects" treaty.
yes and you agreed to a cessation of your "no pants" policy.
my pants are in the dryer because someone put holes in the bottom of the cup i use to rinse with after brushing my teeth.
ok, you’ve had your fun now, tyler has learnt his lesson. solvent?
surprisingly less so as the years progress. damn this materialistic society we live in. well this has been fun but i really must dash off to work.
i guess i could unbolt the seat in the volvo and drive to work like this.
i left you some solvent in my coffee mug. tootles.
all i see is an atreides that i want to ki..*hack* *cough* *splutter*
oopsie, did i say my coffee mug?
do you believe in karma?
the mythical force that balances out all bad deeds with cosmic punishment? lord no!!
i can’t remember ever doing anything bad enough to warrant this marriage.