I can hear his wife now
Raja, I told you if you ate all those cookies you were gonna get sick. I don't want to hear you fuss one bit about your stomach hurting. Hell I bet you didn't even save one for me did you, you selfish bastard.
Well trained my aching pinky-toe.
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Blame the monks. Raja wouldn't have pulled that crap if I had trained him.
Posted by: Theresa at April 12, 2006 06:57 PM