As I mentioned in my comments box in my last entry, the DWiP is getting careless in the random, stupid clericial assignments she likes to lade on me as punishment for times when I get the better of her.
Now she's getting crazy eyes when I catch her at it, like a horse when you see the whites of their eyes before they freak out.
She can wear these shoes now.
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You've got her right where you want her, Zip. Don't let up, but don't let her know you're onto her!
Love the shoes! Are those Manolos?!
A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And no one can talk to a horse of course
That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous DWiP
Go right to the source and ask the horse
She'll give you the answer that you'll endorse.
She's always on a steady course.
Talk to DWiP
People yakkity yak a streak and waste your time of day
But DWiP will never speak unless he has something to say.
A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And this one'll talk 'til his voice is hoarse.
You never heard of a talking horse?
Well listen to this. I DWiP.
old TV is so much better
Thanks, Cap. Great to start the day with a horse laugh and you provided it. :)
Ask her how old she is and see if she answers with her hooves.
One, two, three...
The other day, she wore a short demin skirt, an orange keyhole T-shirt and bronze metallic strappy dress pumps with a three inch heel.
At least she's providing you with material... like comedians with Dan Quayle.
(It's gotten harder to laugh in recent years...)
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