Despite what you might not think, I sometimes think I don’t think things through. Jill Y and I were having one of our hourly disagreements and when I say disagreements, I mean break ups and when I say break ups, I mean break ups. This time, the war centered on her belief that I never compliment her. This of course is simply not true. I always compliment her on her usage of the word ‘hippopotamus’, her uncanny ability to finish crosswords quicker than I can say “Seventy seven benevolent elephants” and her freakish knack of finding the credit card, even when I hide it in another country. Knowing I can never win, I decided to give in and compliment her under duress:
Now that’s what I call romantic. There are other words for it, too, but romantic will do.
They don’t call me Bill Y “never at a loss for words” Ledden for no reason.
Bill Y I enjoyed your comments almost as much as your post! You are the king of giggles.
They call me Bill Y Ledden because it’s my name!
Hold on, I feel a sarcastic tear starting to run down my cheek. Such a sensitive fellow Bill Y!
They don’t call me Bill Y “as sensitive as sandpaper” Ledden for no reason.
I don’t know how you could be more positive than that!
They don’t call me Bill Y “more positive than those electron things” Ledden for no reason.
Well that would certainly get me out of my panties.
They don’t call me Bill Y “The Panties Remover” Ledden for no reason.
Bill Y, you are the king of romance and making women swoon!
They don’t call me Bill Y “Romantic Bastard” Ledden for no reason.
That should do it.
They don’t call me Bill Y “knower of the right words to say” Ledden for no reason.