It's part of my natural charm, Evans. It keeps people on edge, makes their minds wander. And, girls usually think I'm a dog lover which is always a plus.
I already explained this to you, Evans, there's an art to this! You can't just tell me to have a row and then expect me to put my heart and soul into it! You have to truly feel it! It can't be forced upon you!
By showing my appreciation for the display of just how much you care about me? Really, Evans, can't you simply accept my gratitude with a smile like a normal person?
I am appalled! Here I am, attempting to be a gentleman and thank you for the gift you will inevitably bestow upon me on that grave day of my funeral, and you can't even give me an honest, "you're welcome." It's not a laughing matter, you know. I could be stuck in an urn tomorrow, or the next day. And you will forever have to deal with the fact that you never appreciated my thanks for your kind gift. And I prefer the chew toys, thank you very much. Better for the teeth. (It's a joke! Sort of.)
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