Beak poking, claws extended, Cheryl came at the poker table like an inferno. “This is the last straw, Howie!” she screeched. (He hated being called “Howie”) “I figured that you had forgotten about my birthday, so I made a cake for the family, and you GAVE IT TO YOUR BUM FRIENDS? Potato chips and dip aren’t good enough? They never bring anything to the table but a few measly bucks and a single beer for themselves!” (The men began to hug their cans and bottles to their chests, afraid Cheryl might take THAT from them, too). “I am so sick of it AND of you! I think my birthday gift to myself is going to be a trip to Legal Eagles’ law office tomorrow. Go home with whichever of these bums is willing to take you, and don’t come back! I will let the lawyers figure out how to serve it to you!”

Evangelina took a good look, sighed and turned away. Sure he could set her heart aflutter, but she had heard he might have pecs but he was nothing above the neck. She needed to have someone who could hold and follow a conversation, not a feather-brained preened. She knew most of his ex-gal pals, and they all lamented that he was just eye candy and not substantial life-mate material

Credit: Mark Smith Photography

Carmelita hated Lent so much. Juan wanted to refrain from ALL of the good things in life, and he was insisting that they live like monks: no meat, no cheese, no sex, No chocolate…. Carmelita said no deal and got herself a lawyer. Tonight she would feast on a chocolate that looked like a fish. I mean, in the spirit of keeping the fast.

Source: Mark Smith Photography

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