A little gift for Eva, who's been like a mom to me for all these years...
Where are mine?
I've been more like a mum! Who can you fight with like you fight with me???!!!
And no damn nasty ones, neither. You hear Gus?
I'm still waiting as well Gus!
gus, last i heard you're dear, sweet mum became the black hills headquarters leader for the re-election of george bush. she said something about him being like the son she always wanted.
You ever mention George Bush in the same sentence with my mother again, Gala, and I'll come after you with a two by four.
Swear to God.
Unless of course the sentence was George Bush severely beaten with two by four by Gustav's mother.
In that case, I'd buy you a beer and take you out to a movie.
face it gustav, you left your sweet mum behind and she went astray. sources tell me she hums hank williams mournful tune "i'm so lonesome i could die."
Thank you for the flowers, son. They are lovely. (sniff) It has been an honor to be your Mother-for-a-Day.
Now, go clean up your room.
Sorry Gus - you can't believe any of those liars. After you left home your mamma enlisted in the 6th Panzer Div and was instrumental in the invasion and capture of Lichtenstein. Groomed by High Command as a replacement for Rommel she later fled with Martin Bormann to Argentina on the last submarine out of Berlin in 1945. She as then settled in Peru disguised as a sardine-seller (or she lived in a cellar full of sardines, my source wasn't sure). Abandoning fishing for international intrigue she brokered shady deals selling 'Amway' products in the Phillipines, 'Tupperware' in Taiwan and 'Victoria's Secret' lingerie to Thai transsexual whores. She is a Leo. Her turn-offs are careless drivers and Oprah's Book of the Month Club. Her turn-ons are cystal meth and plotting to rule the world. She says you are a rotten son who never calls.
Gus; forget the room;
clean up your entire act!!
Mr Stillwater wrote:She says you are a rotten son who never calls.
Oh ..... call gus, call!!!!! It's just heart -breaking!
Better to be a rotten son who never calls, than an unspeakably horrendous son who does.
Absinthe, as we all know, makes the heart grow fonder....
