Jeff, you're really going to hussle if you're going to drive her to the harbor, rig out your boat, and cast off before the sun sets at 6:59 PM tonight in Santa Royale, California.
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Alas, we all know how this is going to end for poor, frustrated Jeff. Hey, have you tried getting her drunk?
You’re better than ever, Mary? Really? Better than when you were a 20 year old flapper, doing the Charleston, and making out with dear Jack in a rumble seat? Better than when you were an ambulance driver for the Lincoln Brigade in the Spanish Civil War, drinking cheap red wine and enjoying intellectual chit-chat with Ernest Hemingway? Better than the day you kissed a sailor in Times Square when WWII ended? Better than marching with MLK? Better than doing the ice bucket challenge? ( Well , yeah, maybe I would rather go on a date with Dr. Jeff than pour a bucket of ice over my head.) Get some perspective, girlfriend!
It’s ominous that Mary concluded by saying “Jeff” with a period instead of an exclamation point. Maybe dinners at the Bum Boat and sunset cruises are boring her to tears. You might want to up your game if you want to stay on her good side, buddy.
What peculiar kitchens! Jeff’s has gray walls, light brown cabinets, and blue drapes, and Mary’s has a huge window with blue drapes. Just the thought of eating in either of those kitchens induces nausea.
Apparently JB's still life drawing class didn't include suspending bananas from a stand as if they were still attached to a tree. Jeff's fruit is in danger of ripening too soon in that bowl. Also I detect a note of aggression in Jeff's calling Mary his "favorite girl". I think she's nearing 100 years old, Jeff. Show some respect.
I wonder what Jeff's ship is christened? HMS (Hail Mary's Ship) Platitudes? HMS (Hail Mary's Ship) Dream on? HMS (Hail Mary's Ship) The Meddler? The revolting possibilities are ... endless?
“Jeff, everybody is dumping their unsatisfying love interests — Dawn and Jared, Estelle and Wilbur, God and Wilbur — and I figure, why not jump on the bandwagon? Meet me at six-thirty, and bring your own Kleenex. You’re going to need it.”
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Alas, we all know how this is going to end for poor, frustrated Jeff. Hey, have you tried getting her drunk?
-- Scottie McW.
oh and jeff you dont have to buy me dessert at the bumboat because dawn just left i was so bored i baked a apricot pie.
You’re better than ever, Mary? Really? Better than when you were a 20 year old flapper, doing the Charleston, and making out with dear Jack in a rumble seat? Better than when you were an ambulance driver for the Lincoln Brigade in the Spanish Civil War, drinking cheap red wine and enjoying intellectual chit-chat with Ernest Hemingway? Better than the day you kissed a sailor in Times Square when WWII ended? Better than marching with MLK? Better than doing the ice bucket challenge? ( Well , yeah, maybe I would rather go on a date with Dr. Jeff than pour a bucket of ice over my head.)
Get some perspective, girlfriend!
Jeff's earth tones vs. Mary's dearth tones.
It’s ominous that Mary concluded by saying “Jeff” with a period instead of an exclamation point. Maybe dinners at the Bum Boat and sunset cruises are boring her to tears. You might want to up your game if you want to stay on her good side, buddy.
What peculiar kitchens! Jeff’s has gray walls, light brown cabinets, and blue drapes, and Mary’s has a huge window with blue drapes. Just the thought of eating in either of those kitchens induces nausea.
Apparently JB's still life drawing class didn't include suspending bananas from a stand as if they were still attached to a tree. Jeff's fruit is in danger of ripening too soon in that bowl. Also I detect a note of aggression in Jeff's calling Mary his "favorite girl". I think she's nearing 100 years old, Jeff. Show some respect.
I wonder what Jeff's ship is christened?
HMS (Hail Mary's Ship) Platitudes?
HMS (Hail Mary's Ship) Dream on?
HMS (Hail Mary's Ship) The Meddler?
The revolting possibilities are ... endless?
Is this too soon to expect another marriage proposal from Dr. Jeff? I mean, it's only been about 12 years since his last attempt.
HelenClark
“Jeff, everybody is dumping their unsatisfying love interests — Dawn and Jared, Estelle and Wilbur, God and Wilbur — and I figure, why not jump on the bandwagon? Meet me at six-thirty, and bring your own Kleenex. You’re going to need it.”
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