Tag: Roomate

I must admit that I have been sitting on this one for quite some time.  Is it funny enough? does it happen often enough that it’s worth mentioning?  It would seem that the answer to both of those questions is a resounding yes.  So there’s no sense in keeping you…

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It’s a Sunday night, exactly like this one except a little earlier in the night.  Gene and I are making supper.  Gene’s current favourite CD is playing in the background for the eight millionth time in a row.  He’s having a blast singing along.   Then he gets the lyrics…

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