Sherrill had beans for lunch. An hour or so later we went out shopping. You guessed it! Shopping and Pooting, Shopping and Pooting". I got smart, drove up to the stores, let him run in, pick up the item, and I sat back and listened to the radio. The only problem, he almost ALWAYS makes me pay. He wants to save his few pennies. Why are men like that?
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