Kookaburra has left a new comment on your post "Why Love Stinks":
"Hey, am I going to have to do all the work on this blog now??? I post a comment , and then it becomes the entire contents of your next post, and then I comment on it???
Are you trying to avoid the fight I'm setting up for you? You know, I'm doing a lot of work to set up your eventual smack down. I'm selling tickets, and having programs printed. This is just like you when we were going out. It was always about you and never about how I wanted to have you beaten up by a guy who wanted to compete for my affections.
-k "
Hey, little news flash for ya, "K," that all this dribble you peck out in the comments section doesn't just cut and paste itself, okay? So, lay off! Ya Featherbrain.
Hmph. And stop picking fights. It's unlady-like. Plus it takes time away from plucking your nose hairs, and you should really stay on top of that chore. I'm just sayin'!
Yer disgruntled,
Chicken
PS - I think we should see a relationship counselor.
Home of the Worst Relationship Advice on the Planet.
Dear Z,
ReplyDeleteI should have listened to my mother when she said you were a lazy good-fer-nuthin', and you were bad in bed (I'm not sure how she was so spot-on on that last part.)
Anyhoo, since it appears you're too lame to schedule a time to come get beat up by my incredibly handsome boyfriend, I've set up a fight between you and him myself.
Be at the Pizza-A-Go-Go back parking lot this Saturday at 1:30pm. My boyfriend is teaching orphans how to bench press at noon, so sorry about the late start.
-K