So the cable guy is coming at a pretty poor time. Between 5-8pm. And y'all know how cable dudes are all, like, never there exactly at the time you want them to be.
Well it cuts into the 6:15 pm sparring class. And it's one of the 1st times in years that the SW Suburban students decide to crash the NW suburb dojo where I train. Too. Fun.
If, I knew Mr. Cable McCableson decided to show up at five.
This email message down here, This? Cracked-My-Shit-Up. Only from the fingers of MD.
"Call cable guy and tell him that something really important has come up and you need to be somewhere.
Beg if you can
I want to fight you!!!"
(sighs) That is one awesome lady.
2 comments:
Come on baby p, you have been without cable for so long now, one more day can't make a difference.
I do want to fight you, plus you might have an advantage due to my crazy leg workout last night.
Man it still burns.
Pleeeeese baby P, come out to play.
Advantage, Schmantage...I think Mr. R looked at us like he was the Mom, and you and I were brother and sister- whompin' the tar out of each other in front of company.
It was a blast, darlin. See you tonight.
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