Monday, September 22, 2014

Dirty Laundry 39

Message came in  just after 8pm.  "Your man is on. Are you watching?"

I was watching tonight's wrestling, so I didn't answer my cousin right away. It was funny, I was laughing at the stupidity of it all.

Me-:"I'm so beyond tired of your teasing. What's up?"

Walsh-:"Nothing. Watching the show with the kids. So no news then?"

Me-:"Just how bored are you?"


Me-:"And I thought I was bad, you're like worse then me."  

Walsh-:"Yep. What are you going to do about it?"

Me-:"...the black tank makes him look like he should be standing on a corner with a lolli in his mouth asking old men if they want company while handing them viagra...the grey was better..."


Me-:"Mad Hatter's shirt. I just keep thinking of the male hookers who hang out on Simpson street."

Walsh-:"Ah, yeah does doesn't it? Write him about it. Haha."  

Me-:" Dracula movie..."

Walsh-:"You and your damned vampires..."

Me-:"Well, needed a topic change..."

Walsh-:"No we didn't. You give up too easily on people."

Me-:"Who'd I give up on?"

Walsh-:"Uh Mad Hatter duh."

Me-:"Need to give up on you."

Walsh-:"You wouldn't have any friends then. Hahaha!"

Me-:"True... maybe Mr. Scratchy got pissed off with the whole Mad Hatter is him thing?"

Walsh-:"Uh...don't think so. I think you're just so stubborn you'd rather be right then happy."

Okay, I didn't have a reply for that. He's got a point, I am one of those people who have a difficult time giving in to others.

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