Yesterday at an afternoon party a woman, a contemporary of my Mother, introduced herself and said that she had really enjoyed reading Our Year at The Fahm.
Me: I apologize for all the profanity in the book...
Her: You think I haven't heard it before?
Me: Well...its just that I would never use that sort of language in a face to face conversation with you.
Her: Son of a bitch! That's goddamn crazy talk!
I sure do love me some New England Yankee spirit!
Me: I apologize for all the profanity in the book...
Her: You think I haven't heard it before?
Me: Well...its just that I would never use that sort of language in a face to face conversation with you.
Her: Son of a bitch! That's goddamn crazy talk!
I sure do love me some New England Yankee spirit!