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Never forget when Steve had morning FritoLay breath. Foul.
Recall the dribble bead of saliva flowing from his chin when snoring.
Think about his cowlick, stinky socks, and those foul black skid marks.
Washing Steves's funky britches is grounds for his eternal imprisonment.
Perdition. Remember to reflect how Steve cleared your ears? Slobber tongue.
Fouling his bed and britches... never atoned to say` Sorry. Meditate on that.
Remember those lasting memorable events. Stay single, that's if not loco-crazy.
So, if you ever, WayLay, are ever attracted to the goofy male species, it's a bad idea!
~You Go back with the bloke? No? It's my opine. Recall. Steve's a human porcupine.
`Porcupine rodents have defensive quills. Don't forget a possums stinky breath. FritoLay!
Remember dancing a very "slow" dance as you did in the last frame. No intimate attraction.
Hmmm. So. This is what sinking into irrelevance looks like.
Very interesting.
More interesting than the past several weeks.
Alas.
And now Jill will come back to her body and find..........
That her 401k plan is down by 50%. Oh the horror, oh the calamity!
:-)
CZ
Jill may feel jilted by Steve.
WayLay may draw Jill in pj's,
begging, and dragging Steve.
Jill may grasp his ear and haul?
Jill hauls Steve to a wedding alter.
WayLay rides a wood straw broom.
Jill say:` Giddy-up horsey, and kick.
Jill may have a broom-horse kick, YNW.
When Good Celery is the only one who shows up, the party is over.
this particular comic sequence is holding my attention!
not bad, for a rerun.
