My first marriage was a mistake. And it still is.
So I tells him, “My thighs, they been involved in numerous accidents, so ya better have insurance, hon’.” And the devil goes and grabs my ankles and makes me spread my legs.
Everyone makes one mistake.
Perhaps you were mine.
As soon as I paid for the six-pack of doomsday devices I knew I had made a big mistake.
I used like … three and then the rest just sat in the cupboard until I tossed them out, months past their expiry dates.
“It’s as plain as the nose on your face!” she shouted in a heated moment. She didn’t look up to see that he was a war veteran who’d lost his.