Hey! Ya leave for three days and look what happens... six pages of poetry to sift through (I'll never get my work done at this rate) and towards the end I find this! A stab in the back by the one who begged support in this war against the dreaded Toe. Is there no loyalty! TREASON I SAY! WHERE'S MY FIREING SQUAD! Damn, but they're never around when you need them!
And to make matters worse... my girl friend managed to escape, but left me there to deal with that harry ape convict. Thanks to the cops who showed just in time... When they asked for a discription of the felon... aside from being butt-ass ugly, he had a tattoo of a sock with a big toe sticking out, and the words "Pumbkin Stuffer" under it. Not sure what it ment... not sure I want to find out.
As for you Lucie... time will tell for your traitorous ways.