The Frustrated Groundskeeper
July 30th 2009 14:27
Somebody has been lying in my bed.
She was an impudent, bad little girl, and set about helping herself.
Or so it seemed.
She was a tired, fragile little girl, and there was nowhere else to sleep.
Ungrateful girl, I gave you shelter, you ate at my table and slept in my own bed.
I shall put you to death for this slight.
And by death I mean marriage.
I will resent you for the rest of my life.
She was an impudent, bad little girl, and set about helping herself.
Or so it seemed.
She was a tired, fragile little girl, and there was nowhere else to sleep.
Ungrateful girl, I gave you shelter, you ate at my table and slept in my own bed.
I shall put you to death for this slight.
And by death I mean marriage.
I will resent you for the rest of my life.
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