You haven't seen the guy. You'd probably couldn't restrain your impulse to saw his head off with the breadknife after more than a few days. Hell, it's only been 24 hours and I have already developed an irrational hatred of the ground he walks on. (Haven't heard his voice yet so don't know if it will "fill me with a terrible rage" to boot.)
For poetic justice, couldn't you as Maid arrange for Wifey to have some kind of fatal strangling incident with her obsessive-exercise machinery?
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Date: 2003-07-31 10:03 pm (UTC)For poetic justice, couldn't you as Maid arrange for Wifey to have some kind of fatal strangling incident with her obsessive-exercise machinery?