Vernon asked me yesterday if I knew of any women out there that wanted a “drunk” for a boyfriend.
It was 9:30a.m. and he smelled a little like he could have been hitting the Rufus Juice early (special note: Rufus Juice was what my dad called alcohol because their was a local gentleman in the area that my dad worked that made moonshine and his name was Rufus).
He told me that he spent the night in jail because he threw a mop at his “fat” woman.
I didn’t know what to say, which is strange for me because I always know what to say.
SO, I said:
“Vernon, why did you throw a mop at her?”
He said, “She wouldn’t shut up!”
Sounds logical to me.
He should have thrown a pillow.
He said that she is still at the house and she is probably cutting up all of his pants and shirts.
Who does that?
I guess a fat girl that just had a mop thrown at her.
Life is simple.
The answers are ALWAYS right in front of us if we’d just look!
Anybody out there need a drunk for a boyfriend?
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