John & Tink
I’d be careful of the Dragon Slayer, if I were you.
Last time we had lunch in LA, he said he would take me anywhere with him in his travels; if I would stay in the trunk and just get out at night… He is so darn good looking that when the waitress came to our table, she could not take her eyes off John, I had to gently snap my fingers and yell over here, over here!!! John will say his mind, he is the orneriest nice guy I know (but of course he says that about me also). That was the first time I saw someone write their name in a bowl of salad dressing- with iodine! He kept writing John is great, John is good. Ya know, when it turns brown, just quit the writing ok.
I was railing on and on about all the gambling casinos that were ruining lives in Oregon. Just expressing my low IQ, just being dull.. Then after underwhelmng John for quite some time; I asked him where his lovely wife worked ---John kind of chiseled his jaw and said- at the casino… We had to pick Pete up off the floor…it was a real mess of sorts.
Nope I would not want to tangle with the Slayer, I choose to love the guy if he would ever make me mad, I would choose to forgive him; cause I know he has chosen to forgive me… I remember when we got up from the table, he and Pete were on benches, I was feeding on the floor, we stood and looked in a mirror, looking at the three of us; the Slayer turned to Pete and said, you know for being a short fat guy, Lawn Boy does not sweat tall that much does he……
I love it here. Thanks for giving a rip about me..
IT IS FRIDAY - BUT SUNDAY IS COMI’N!!!
John in all these years, lol, you have never thanked me for being me; (but you thanked Tink)you kept asking me I could not be more like Mike or Joe or Bill- but why , you asked, did I have to be me,, just weeping over here..
Lon
