Monday, August 11, 2014
Chaos Mode
Figuring Her Out
-Sorry to miss the wedding, having just
returned from the same sewer where I've
twice before kept the nation safe for
Crony Capitalism. But, anyway, you caught
you a young one! Good for you!
-Not so. She's working her way off the hook.
-How so?
-Screaming divorce practically an hour after
the honeymoon.
-Weren’t you tender? Isn’t that Italian?
-I honored my heritage thusly. Plus some caveman
stuff to keep her interested.
-Anyway...shrug I, Period of Adjustment. For anybody.
-You know that saying the tumult and the shouting dies?
-No, having been mostly in the middle of it for the army.
-Looks like it's never gonna domestically also.
-A temporary impossible. Get her pregnant!
-Should I take away her shoes too?
-You mean you haven't?
Labels: army, barefoot and pregnant, honeymoon, marriage, relationship, war