Scenario: BFFMS stops by

Saturday scenario: Conversation between BFFMS and me:

This takes place in the laundry room where me is sitting, drinking a cold beverage out of an extremely large lidded and strawed styrofoam cup.

BFFMS says, "Whatcha drinking?"

me replys, "Water".

BFFMS looks me in the eye (hatefully!) and says, "Really?".

me says, "Yes".

BFFMS continues to look at me (even more hatefully if you imagine that!) and says: YOU LIE!!!

So I pick up a 2x4 and smash her across the head, knocking her off the chair including, that look on her her face, and rush her...pummelling her like a crazed woman (which I am!) on my own defense of being questioned about a simple beverage...(me is huffing and puffing...)

I'm a liar. I looked at her and said, "It's a Coke...I'm feeding my headache."

Now see...that's what a headache can do to a person.

The End