Since the skeered little puppy poked his nose out from under the porch yesterday…
Patrick, I forgive you. (Which is more than you will ever hear from your wife, I fear.)
— The Portly Pundit (@ThePortlyPundit) May 11, 2019
How is Gail these days? Still useful and comfy at the bottom of the river?
And I haven’t seen a marriage license announced in the Myrtle Beach papers lately either. You and the Balloon Animal are just gonna keep sponging off big sister like the grifters you are, amirite?
In this roaring economy, with unemployment at historic lows, you can’t hold a fucking job!
I feel like I won the lottery!
Oh, and on the subject of jobs, I do want to apologize for being too late to get you disinvited from employment at WTKN. I underestimated your ability to show every thinking person around you what a complete and utter syphilitic cocksnogger (SUE ME AGAIN!!) you are, and you managed the feat before I even decided to try.
If there’s ever a next time though, I’ll be ready.
TTFN, and tell Lady Chompers that’s Knurmdluhhh says “flnechdk yhurr!”
(Seriously man, you could drain pasta through that thing.)