This is a fun little piece dedicated to my sister's ex-boyfriend. Mike P. is, amazingly, an even worse piece-of-detritus than her 3 kids' father; a chap we all refer to as "no account", and alternately "Eric Right." no account gets is nomenclature because his lexicon consists almost entirely of the phrase:
Right.
So, to both Crispy Critter, and no account right, this piece is pointing right at you...
there but for the FACE of "Bob" go Eyiyiyiyiy!!!
The only thing that this is missing is the little quotes above the Mike and Holly characters where he tells her that he's gonna use her car really quick...
and then runs down to her work,
and smashes in the windows, using her car.
Twice.
Right.
So, to both Crispy Critter, and no account right, this piece is pointing right at you...
there but for the FACE of "Bob" go Eyiyiyiyiy!!!
The only thing that this is missing is the little quotes above the Mike and Holly characters where he tells her that he's gonna use her car really quick...
and then runs down to her work,
and smashes in the windows, using her car.
Twice.
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