….you know it’s going to be one of those days when your daughter texts you a picture of a fella and you text back:
How much did you drink?
1. He’s too old for you
2. He’s repulsive.
3. Check the sex offender registry because that right there is a pervert.
….and she replies “That’s Farquhar Bastardcelot” (my ex)
Feerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk!!! Lucky escape there. Thoughts running through my head:
Mother Nature sure ran her wrinkle-rotivator right over him!
Father Time got his shot gun out and sat waiting on that porch and shot him right between the eyes with old n’ ugly juice!
How did I marry that? Did someone spike my drink?
I need to bleach my eyes