Four women and one man enter. Whoever leaves? It ain’t the man.
UPDATE: Sorry to be cryptic. Ol’ Robbo is just finding cat fights rayther hard to deal with. If they were teenaged boys, I could simply whap them across the back of the head or kick them in the pants and tell them to knock it off. Girls, though? Better if I just feign deafness and walk quietly to the nearest exit.
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August 15, 2015 at 1:38 pm
NOVA Curmudgeon
Been there. Good choice!