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12 Responses to “Ever have one of those days, weeks, months?”
I don’t know, Donal. What with the weasels, and the “extra-marital relations” you might find that the sin-happy vacationists aren’t enough to tip the balance in your favor.
What the heck is an “extra-marital relation” anyway? Like, a relative, but not a direct one by blood or anything, and not one you picked up by marriage … so … like, an adopted cousin or something? Your brother-in-law’s brother-in-law?
Woman: “Listen hon, I’ve invited my extra-marital relations round for tea.”
Man: “Agh–you’re always bringing them round. Bloody extra-marital relations. I’m stressed-out enough without this nonsense in the evenings. Can’t we just have one night in by ourselves? I think Lost is on.”
Woman: “…Nonsense?”
Man: “Oh–no, no, I didn’t mean nonsense. I just–”
Woman: “No. No. Don’t try and take it back. You said nonsense. You’ve always hated my extra-marital relations–I know you have. Well, don’t get stressed-out on my account. I’ll tell them. I’ll tell them you don’t like them anymore. I’ll say they’re not to come around any more because you can’t take any more of their nonsense.”
March 26th, 2007 at 3:55 pm
Pretty much sums up the past week or so. Damn weasels…
March 26th, 2007 at 4:32 pm
Actually, I was hoping you were talking about the weasels, and not about whether women can “justify their need for extra-marital relations.”
Just what the heck is he doing to that one weasel, though? Is that what’s driving the rest of them crazy?
And where’re the “sin happy vacationists” when I go on vacation, huh?
March 26th, 2007 at 7:03 pm
HAH! I was SO hoping for more sin-happy vacationers this past week, but nooo, all I got was the regular kind.
And no weasels, either. Drat.
March 26th, 2007 at 7:30 pm
What I like is: he’s using a weasel to mash the other weasels to death. A lesson for us all.
March 26th, 2007 at 11:01 pm
My thoughts exactly Neil, always turn the weapons of the enemy against them. Also Cape Cod is next on my ‘places to vacation’.
Bring on the Sinweasels!
March 27th, 2007 at 4:01 am
Oh…Neil, I had a totally different interpretation, which is that the guy had just ripped the weasel from his bloody facial wound.
It sounds like a horrible Reader’s Digest article.
March 27th, 2007 at 4:30 am
I don’t know, Donal. What with the weasels, and the “extra-marital relations” you might find that the sin-happy vacationists aren’t enough to tip the balance in your favor.
What the heck is an “extra-marital relation” anyway? Like, a relative, but not a direct one by blood or anything, and not one you picked up by marriage … so … like, an adopted cousin or something? Your brother-in-law’s brother-in-law?
March 27th, 2007 at 7:14 pm
Tee hee! Extra-marital relations: for when your and your partner’s family just aren’t enough. Seriously, can women justify that?
March 28th, 2007 at 5:51 pm
Teaandcakes: it’s a well-known fact that women can justify anything.
March 28th, 2007 at 6:06 pm
Woman: “Listen hon, I’ve invited my extra-marital relations round for tea.”
Man: “Agh–you’re always bringing them round. Bloody extra-marital relations. I’m stressed-out enough without this nonsense in the evenings. Can’t we just have one night in by ourselves? I think Lost is on.”
Woman: “…Nonsense?”
Man: “Oh–no, no, I didn’t mean nonsense. I just–”
Woman: “No. No. Don’t try and take it back. You said nonsense. You’ve always hated my extra-marital relations–I know you have. Well, don’t get stressed-out on my account. I’ll tell them. I’ll tell them you don’t like them anymore. I’ll say they’re not to come around any more because you can’t take any more of their nonsense.”
Man: “Aw, don’t be like that. I mean, come on.”
Woman: “Don’t touch me.”
March 30th, 2007 at 8:02 pm
Neil, you’re just too good at this dialogue. Something tells me that I don’t really want to know why.
March 30th, 2007 at 9:50 pm
And I can never tell.