“Is Your Mummy Home?”
“She’s upstairs, actually…”
The mummified body of a woman who didn’t want to be buried was found in a chair in front of her television set 2 1/2 years after her death, authorities said…Authorities did not identify the caregiver, a women in her 40s who apparently lived in the home with Pope, Pope’s daughter and her 3-year-old granddaughter.
There’s just some odd, odd folks about.
Well, at least they did what she asked.
Thinking of following that precedent, are we?
I’ve told major dad he’ll be in a box under the bed until I go, then Ebola can figure out what to do with the two of us. If major dad, on the other hand, fails to keep me under the bed until he goes, I’ll haunt him unmercifully. Chains rattling, bed shaking, face in the mirror, ‘where’s my keys?’…oh, yeah, baby. The whole Jacob Marley show.
I’ll haunt him unmercifully. Chains rattling, bed shaking, face in the mirror, ‘where’s my keys?’
And this is different from his life today how exactly?
I won’t be cooking on a regular basis.
You don’t now.
But she does have that perfectly made ‘tini waiting for you when you return home from an exhausting day defending freedom, doesn’t she?
She quit making those long ago, of course when she reads this she’ll be quitting a lot of things.
BASTARD !!
(You TOO, Bingley!!)