So, my somewhat sugary lover's son lives in Mission, Texas.
Mission is about 15 miles from the eye of where Tropical Storm Dolly is right now. I'm a little worried. I've been talking with him on the phone on and off all day. But I'm still worried, because it isn't over.
Keep him in your happy thoughts. The house where he lives is flooding. His mother is a royal bitch. I'm also listening into a conference call between Jimmy and her because the only person his son can call is me right now because of his phone. He can call me without using his cell minutes. And I can get him in contact with his dad.
Yeah. So, also pray that I don't pull my phone off mute and bitch her out.
Mission is about 15 miles from the eye of where Tropical Storm Dolly is right now. I'm a little worried. I've been talking with him on the phone on and off all day. But I'm still worried, because it isn't over.
Keep him in your happy thoughts. The house where he lives is flooding. His mother is a royal bitch. I'm also listening into a conference call between Jimmy and her because the only person his son can call is me right now because of his phone. He can call me without using his cell minutes. And I can get him in contact with his dad.
Yeah. So, also pray that I don't pull my phone off mute and bitch her out.
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