Teresa, left, not fully understanding boundaries when it comes to waking people from an otherwise peaceful nap: “I gotta know right now. Do you love me? Will you love me forever? Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away, will you make your wife?”
Dana, right, fully understanding that perhaps he hadn’t made the best choices when selecting a lover: “I guess this means we’re having meatloaf for dinner again.”
Note 1: This is Exhibit #29 in Bonnywood’s March Madness. Details found here.
Note 2: Yes, I realize that perhaps it’s too soon to be making light of Meatloaf at this point. But to be fair, I first scribbled this four years ago, so that gives me a slight layer of protection against my possible inconsideration. Hell, if that wretched Marjorie Taylor Green hag can get away with blaspheming everything she touches, I should be allowed to cross the line here and there.
Holy cow, I just realized the madness of the above equivalency. I’m nothing as dangerous to society as Marjorie, nor will I ever be. Hot patootie, bless my soul….
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