I'm only that in your mind because you have no balls, no car, no gas money and no job to show up and find out otherwise.<quoted text>
The fruit kept repeating "say YES" over and over and over so I finally said yes, and the blustering blowhole pretty much disappeared.
It's about 14 years old, acts like it's a ninja or Navy SEAL or something. Mommie is usually out with the latest "uncle" so it puts on some kabuki theater for us.
But choosing to think that probably makes you feel a whole lot better deep down though doesn't it?
Hey, here's an idea: Instead of posting non-answers over and over again, why not just post a date and time and you can bring the new Mrs. Frankie with you?
You can go purse shopping with her on the way over so you have something to hit me with.