Nov 15, 2024
me: call me an againster but that goopy fella over there, he’s making a bash to come off as a weisenheimer. thinks he’s the berries. obviously he’s no dilly man; just imagining such a thing drives me bananas.
partner: oh, it fractures me natch. he could get a gig making lots of dough if he wasn’t caught up with this baloney, but he won’t. i know he wants to think he’s cool but i just want him to scram.
me: you shred it, wheat!