Showing posts with label nothing could have prepared me for his vehement hate of Murder She Wrote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nothing could have prepared me for his vehement hate of Murder She Wrote. Show all posts

Monday, April 14, 2014

Tell Me How You Really Feel

Mr F heaves himself onto the couch and queries aloud:

"What new show are we going to watch?"

"I've been thinking of watching...

 Murder She Wrote"  I reply deadpan.

"What is that bullshit??  Jesus Christ.  No, I don't want to watch that."  Mr F spews.

"Give me something else. Give me something else." He continues, muttering to himself,

clearly shaken by old Jessica Fletcher memories.
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