Ok, OK, stop sending me nasty e-mails. I’m sorry I ever whined about how hot it was and how I wanted some rain so I wouldn’t have to water my lawn. How the hell was I supposed to know that God would take me so seriously. She never has before.
Ok, OK, stop sending me nasty e-mails. I’m sorry I ever whined about how hot it was and how I wanted some rain so I wouldn’t have to water my lawn. How the hell was I supposed to know that God would take me so seriously. She never has before.