Hey doc, I got one for you.
There's this guy, an older feller. Much older than lil ol me...(He claims 103, we all know it's more like 203)...shows up on my porch every morning with an empty brownie plate. He looks mighty pitiful. And yet, even after I satisfy his insatiable appetite for brownies, he still calls me horrid names! Sits on my front porch, rocking in a rocker, with brownie crumbs on his shirt and calls ME a harlot! Whatever should I do doc? Should I break it off?
There's this guy, an older feller. Much older than lil ol me...(He claims 103, we all know it's more like 203)...shows up on my porch every morning with an empty brownie plate. He looks mighty pitiful. And yet, even after I satisfy his insatiable appetite for brownies, he still calls me horrid names! Sits on my front porch, rocking in a rocker, with brownie crumbs on his shirt and calls ME a harlot! Whatever should I do doc? Should I break it off?