Nope, forever…So I have to clean up someone else's mess for 50 years?
The ones I know are maintained by the local park’s department…Who get paid to build and maintain the trails?
Nope, forever…
You realize it is not your monkey. It is theirs…You wouldn't laugh if you had to do the work.
You realize it is not your monkey. It is theirs…
BTW, still waiting for a sincere apology for calling me a liar. I let it slide because you are so emotionally invested in this.
Wait. So they have Monkeys to do the work? That could be entertaining.You realize it is not your monkey. It is theirs…
BTW, still waiting for a sincere apology for calling me a liar. I let it slide because you are so emotionally invested in this.
So still in an emotional state that you cannot rationally discuss…When you come clean up the mess, I'll take you seriously.
Monkeys and footballs…Wait. So they have Monkeys to do the work? That could be entertaining.
If you ever watch them work, they look like monkeys to me….Wait. So they have Monkeys to do the work? That could be entertaining.
So still in an emotional state that you cannot rationally discuss…
Am I the other guy? Does that mean I get the last word? Words? Lotsa words? Because if I get the last word. I'm spending them on the whole watching monkeys is entertaining angle.
In all seriousness…well, funny-passive-aggressive seriousness…when you get involved with an online argument, I‘ll have fun with (usually a Karen) by asking her if she always has to have the last word. When she replies (usually a she) can’t help herself, I’ll prod her along seeing how many times she’ll have to get the last word in. Ah, good times.Am I the other guy? Does that mean I get the last word? Words? Lotsa words? Because if I get the last word. I'm spending them on the whole watching monkeys is entertaining angle.