Grey Moon – Tuesday (ep. 14)
Jessie wandered in and sat down in the comfy chair.
“Looking glum there, girl,” said Reala.
“Argued with the missus,” she replied.
“Oh dear,” said Reala. “What’s the problem?”
“Same old,” sighed Jessie. “She just doesn’t understand me.”
“Ah,” said Fuen, “what is she? French or something?”
Jessie sighed. “Rum please!”
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Arf, she needs one. 🙂
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Love your writing!
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Thank you Veorren. 🙂
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loved it!
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Thank you Nyara. 🙂
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Bah ha ha!!
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😛
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Cheers Lisa. 🙂
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I don’t get it.
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A common complaint of not understand a partner blended with linguistical issues. Deviating from the usual pun based japery. 🙂
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Rum with a bit of coke!
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Make it a double!
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Hell yeah!
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Ha-ha-ha! 🙂
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Arf. 😛
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I misread that upon entry as “Jesus’s Missus” and thought, well then, Fears is taking on the establishment at exactly the wrong time of year!
Merry Christmas! At least it wasn’t Jesus’s mistress!
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Ho-ho-ho! Don’t do that to me, Phil! I had to double check all my spellings there!
Merry Crimbo to you too sir!
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Interesting. 🙂
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Cheers.
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LMAO! Nice few lines of funny!
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Cheers Dan! Merry Crimbo!
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