Shove A Pencil Through Her Eye! Such Violence, Oh My!

"I booked the first three Tuesdays of the month every month, so I have the 22nd booked."

After five whole weeks of bliss Pat had to once more hear Flappy hiss. The dumb ass can't even count to any amount.

"I know I booked the first three, let me know, can you let me know. I'll let the others know. Maybe I should let them know now."

Of course you should let them know at nine in the night. They want to be shook up by a Flappy fright and told about something that is over two weeks away. Right now, at this very moment, today!

"May has five Tuesdays so you did book the first three."

Is all Pat had to say and Flappy was in dismay. She tried to book it once more but tough luck for her as Pat will be away from his work shore. Actually he will be back but not about to come into his work shack. Especially for Flappy and of course she got yappy.

"I guess I will have to cancel. I guess I will have to call them, I should call them now. I should really call them now. Mom, do you have your cell phone?"

Yes, even Flappy's mommy comes to this thing and she really was going to give all a ring. Her mother just hugged her and left with another. Flappy can't even be tolerated by her own mother. That has to bring shame and by now Pat just wanted to mame.

"I know the number. I just need a phone. Where did I put my phone? I should cancel them now. I should call so and so and have her cancel them now. I should..."

This went on for ten minutes or more as Pat just wanted to be rid of the painted up whore. Then she asked to use his phone and he said it was upstairs as he let out a little groan.

"Can you go get it? I have to call them now, they should be told now. They have to say what they want to do. Can you go get it?"

Pat lied of course with that one, as he had it in his pocket and was hoping by his shun she would leave, giving him a reprieve. But she did not and so against better judgement he pretened to trot. Then came back with the phone that was in his pocket all along and she sang here usual song.

"How does this work? Do I just press this button?"

She said as she looked at the numbers on the phone screen and she could see as it was nice and clean. Finally she hit the buttons on it, proving once more she is a nitwit.

"The number is out of order. That can't be. I know it works."

So she pressed it again and this time it was a number of a different den. The dumb ass didn't even get the number right. Then she explained her plight.

"He isn't going to be here on the 22nd. So we can't have that night. What do you want to do? Do you want to keep the other night? That will be two nights in a row for you. You know that is two nights right? Two nights for you?"

Damn broken record went on and finally this plan seemed to dawn.

"We'll call you later in the week and let you know. Is later in the week okay? Sometime later in the week we'll call."

Took her all of that to figure out she would call later? Then it was time to go all see you later aligator. But she tried to call another after saying she was just going to call one. So Pat ended her fun. Took the phone back and said she had to go. For if he did not she would be there all damn night at his work show.

"I have to deliver this anyway. I have to do this as well and this too. Can I borrow your phone for one more second? There is a call I have to make."

So Pat hit the button to turn it on once more but oops! It would not explore. Seems the phone went dead or Pat just didn't hit it hard enough and pretended it was so, so he could go to bed. She still went on about the phone as he kicked her out the door.

"I should really call the others too. I wonder what they will think? I should really call the others. I have to deliver this, maybe I should call the others."

God, Pat needs to find a new work shore. Good things there were no pencils or pens around or a dead Flappy may have been found. Then he finally came home to our grass and fed my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.