Oops, My Bad
By Wyatt Earp | June 27, 2008
I want to apologize to my readers for my despicable actions today. I really should learn to respect my elders, but I was unable to help myself. It was certainly something I could have avoided, but I have been in a bad mood all week. Well, just watch the store’s surveillance video, you’ll see:
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Dude, the Midol care package is on its way.
Midol, huge amounts of chocolate, a bouquet of roses…what else should we send RT?
RT – Shut yer hole, Nashville Girl, or so help me, I’ll come down there and spend a week ruining your summer vacation!
Snigs – NO CHOCOLATE! Our weight loss competition doesn’t end until Monday. Send it Monday night!
Wyatt–I’m right there with ya. This was the worst effing week in history for me too.
But it’s Friday now and at least I’m not sick anymore.
Was that Rowdy Roddy Piper?
Trixie – Strangely enough, it’s getting better by the minute. I’m feeling much better, and tomorrow night is Poker Night at Uncle Ray’s. There, I can forget about this whiny, stressing nonsense, and get back to being Wyatt again.
No “special” glasses for me.
Jeffro – Yeah, I think I’d rather be in the dark.
Trixie – Sorry. That is Roddy Piper! It’s from John Carpenter’s They Live, one of the best B-movies ever!
Wake up! Are you sure you aren’t sleepwalking? That looks like one of my nightmares.
Brother, life’s a bitch… and she’s back in heat.
Deanna – Yikes! Stop eating crawfish before bed!
Randal – “Well, they’re not from Cleveland.”
I loooove that movie. Hope that your mood improves, Wyatt. I’d hate to have to call you a sissy.