He got mad at me one time on my "useless preseason games" tirade because I thought he was my wife and my mission was to annoy him to the point of exhaustion and I succeeded but then he left and I was forlorn, not to be confused with farloined, a different and much more enjoyable condition. He forgave me and returned to the fold, only to be dismayed as the British can be with straight teeth and kinmanship so distant because we don't have royalty.
Londy is one of the few, nay, only one I apologized to and begged him to return and promised to change, all the while knowing I was lying but I needed to try my act on the Brits to see if I should travel abroad or just with a broad.
Seriously, Londy, you are special and please return to us. If he comes back, I am going to have some splainin to do and can only hope he has good taste in furnishings. And his teeth aren't too jagged, a little jagged is romantic.
