A fact that He swears only occurs when one is with him. That's
an odd thing considering that one of us is usually ready in spite of His
endeavours to slow one down, but one does digress...
We were almost at their turnoff when He turned around and
said have you got the salami?
Um... no, it's in the fridge along with that smelly buffalo
brie. We can turn around and get them. It's not like they expect us to be on
time.
Why is it that you always forget my stuff He quizzed on the
return trip home to pick them up
Well let's see... don't eat it, didn't think about it... oh
yes, and it's poisonous to one's good self. For some reason processed meats,
however tasty and that particular salami is divine, always seem to have poor
results and frankly, that cheese smells bad.
He gave one that look...
And trying desperately to look suitably contrite one
muttered bad, bad slave
Yes you are He said. Master's needs come first
Honestly it's not like He didn't eat the other stuff as
well. It wasn't like one was trying to deliberately starve Him or anything...
If anything one was really protecting Him from
overindulging...
Sighs there go the good slave points... again.
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