We’ve had an enormous fight and I cannot handle it anymore. I’ve dropped hints to the problems we’ve been having, and everyone here has been very supportive. But frankly, I can’t take it any longer.
It culminated this morning when I got out of bed and we had another row. I can’t even look to the left or the right anymore without some kind of resistance, and I feel that if this continues I will be sorely handicapped.
This past month has been a disaster. I mean, it’s attractive, it does a lot of cool things for me, it usually smells nice and it’s great in bed, but between the bronchitis, the hiccups, and now, this neck thing, I think it’s time I get out of the relationship while I still can. What’s next? Sprained ankle? Hernia? Elephantitis? Ass laughed off?
Either it gets rid of its neck, lungs, and diaphragm or I’m out.
Cats?
Better not be the damned cats.
what is it? tell us the answer to the rhyme!
Cigs!
I once had a cat named Smokey.
Oh my. Hopefully it will realize what it has and shape up post hatse…
Take a “Momentum.” It’s like Doans without the old person stigma.