Snippet: Blair and Jimís Response to Responses to Happy Valentineís Day,
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Dear Ladies of Sentinel Angst,
Wynde was kind enough to let me read the responses she got to the story she wrote about my Valentineís Day troubles. While Iím touched that you are all outraged on my behalf please donít stay angry at Denise. Sometimes people just arenít meant to be together. It would have been more diplomatic of her to break up with me some time other than Valentineís Day, but at least she was honest with me. As for those of you asking for her address, and you know who you are, learn to live and let live. I have. Thank you.
PS Do not believe a word Jim says. Itís all lies. Lies I tell you.
If any of you believe a word he just said then you really need your BS-o-meter checked. You know, Blair Sandburg Bull ShÖum, sorry, ladies, -o-meter. Itís essential in all dealings with him. As for how he feels about Denise, hates her guts about sums it up. You see, Wynde was being really nice and left out all the bad things that Sandburg called Denise when she wrote that story. Actually, she probably couldnít spell half of it once he started cursing in some obscure African dialect only he would know. Donít believe any of that forgiveness crap heís spouting because he hasnít and I sure as hell havenít forgiven her. If you want to send her nasty e-mails be my guest. Hereís her address Ė Iamheartless@hell.net See, Iím not as computer illiterate as Blair thinks I am. Just because I donít like computers doesnít mean I donít know my way around one. Have fun sending those nasty e-mails.
Blair: BS-o-meter, man? And I never called Denise bad things in an obscure African dialect.
Jim: Yes you did.
Blair: Did not.
Jim: Did too.
"Um, sorry about that," Wynde apologizes, the sounds of squabbling can be heard in the background. "If Iíd known that Jim knew the password to my computer I never would have left them alone with it. Thatíll teach me to logon with a Sentinel in the room." A loud crash is heard in the background. Wynde turns to investigate and gasps, "No! Watch the fish tank! Okay, guys, put down the pillows. My room is not a battlefield. Oomph." A pillow smacks her in the face. Blair and Jim pause, waiting for her reaction. Hitting the send button, Wynde picks up a pillow and advances on the grinning guys.
Well, I hope everyone was amused. That little snippet came to me while I was at work and I thought Iíd share.