He wouldn't dare complain or say it was inferior. His turn.
When we were little munchkins Hedning lived next door to me. One day I am out in the garden with my shovel making a 2' wide hole by 2' long by 3' deep. Hedning looks over the fence and says to me, "What are you doing?" "My goldfish died and I am burying it." "Oh." he says, "I am sorry to hear that but isn't that a pretty big hole for just a goldfish?" "He's in your stupid cat." says I.
Then the fight began.
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