“What’s in the box, Cheesy?”
Sue looked uncomfortable, and I noticed she kept glancing at the clock. She was perched on the sofa, hands in her lap, and a dainty pair of wire spectacles pinched the tip of her nose.
“Ohhhh, you’ll see...” I said, cryptically.
I had driven 18 hours to show her what was in the box, and now that the moment was here, I was unsure of how to proceed.
“Sorry I had to kick in your door, Ma, but I needed the element of surprise.”
Update:I hope everybody sees now why I decided to block Gio last month...I've read over five-hundred of his rants, most of them aimed at close contacts. If his poems were any good, maybe I could forgive a little insanity--but they aren't. Don't worry, everybody...I will block him again right now, so next time we won't have to immerse ourselves in his dementia.
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'I forgot about the dogs!', was his last thought.
Cheesy's parts were gathered (what could be recovered) and buried in Arizona, Michigan and several places in Canada.
Ma pulled a face as she continued stirring her tea with the handle of her pastry fork.
"Kicking the door in is one thing but driving into the house in a tractor is a bit over the top, surely?" Her brown eyes held both humour and sorrow and I found myself regretting ever making the decision to return to the house of my birth.
I admire your intelligence! All philosophers gathered in a post (ONLY the very same ones and NEVER any new member) discussing about things that are made for mentally retarded. How do you manage to live with such idiocy? I am answering those that insulted me in Adeline's and Danny's post. By the way, I 'll search for a site to accommodate your intellectual research! You were driving for 18 hours and then you needed the element of surprise. I think this is utterly cretinous, #1 is so right, and you must be under the influence of something to write like this. Man you must take an IQ test. And your friends rather not, since there is no scoring under 0. If I may ask, what the heck were you writing there? As for Ma, she is not Einstein from what I observed to be discussed about, so much. I think the members of your team that answer in here are problematic in thinking and actually, all of you act kinda irrationally. This is my response to your behavior, And actually a very kind one, comprehending that you are "under the influence" of substances and always misbehave. My parents are grateful to you, and me too, for being who you are. As for your poetic talent, do not rely on it to make a living. None of you in this question at this moment. You are so pitiful, a bunch of losers appraising one another.
I have to tell you - if you are threatening Sue in any way I will show up with a huge flame thrower and burn your face away.
Tread carefully. Sue is sacred to us all.
She then said "this doesn't seem much like a poem, it probably fits in better in Other - Arts & Humanities"
Okay...
now this is seriously a big mistake.
Beth, you can't say this kinda stuff!!!
Go to you room!!!
Someone get her computer so we can shoot it!!
I do not know what my part in this is but I am hiding behind Beth's skirts ... just sayin'
This isn't going to be another one of your popcorn tricks again?
"Where's dad? And what's in the box?"
I'm totally lost...