The gal at the Eagles Hall in Waynedale was pretty unhappy when I got killed ten years ago while in her Texas Two Step class. There was a woman in Texas I just wanted to have a dance with. I should've blown off taking care of my dying mother. I ended up in the hospital, Mom died anyway. God, the New Haven/Ft. Wayne cops were so mad that I wasn't drinking. I haven't danced for 7+ years. I miss that.
Just checkin' on you, hon. I've lost something like 15 friends to Bidet's Vax mandates.
I wouldn't have a reason to live if you were gone.
You or Christa, my tax babe. She saved my ass several years ago when my younger retard sister died and and tripled my AGI for the year with the residuals of her trust fund that was set up to take care of her. I was under the understanding that Carol's trust fund was supposed to revert to the government. My sister was so fucked up that the money should've gone back to the taxpayers.
Anyway Christa really likes me, but she's married dammit!