I think my new prayer is going to be, Dear Lord, what did I ever do that made you think it was ok to put me into a house with a deaf man who won't wear a hearing aide and a paranoid schizophrenic? Whatever it was, please forgive me and let me know what it was so I can have it tatooed on me so that I will never, ever, ever, do it again.
Sheryl walks through and says their coming!
ME: okie dokie
Randy: What did she say?
Me: Their coming.
Randy: What did you say?
me: THEIR COMING!
Randy: Well, you don't have to yell at me. Who's coming:me: I don't know.
Randy: Didn't you ask?
Me: No.
Randy: Why not? Don't you think it's important to know who's coming to the house at this time of night?
me: How long have you lived here?
Randy: What did you say?
me: Nothing
about 30 to 45 minutes pass
Randy: So who's coming.
Sheryl, walking out to the laundry room, hears him, stops and says , they are
Randy: Who the hell is they?
Sheryl: Them
Randy: What did she say?
me: I'm moving into the camper out at the deer lease.
Randy: You can't.
me: Why can't I?
Randy, cause you won't be here when they come.
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