So once more Flappy came about and the cat knows how you all like a Flappy shout. It may not be liked by Pat. But screw him, this is run by the cat. Yeah, once more she came to his work shore.
"I've got a new schedule for dates. Do you want to hear it?"
Of course that wasn't even really a question. I doubt it could even be a suggestion. It was more I'm going to tell you anyway because I just have to flap away.
"I want to cancel this one...."
Thank God! Now go kiss a cod.
"But I still want this one and this one. Oh and if you could add this one it would be nice."
That is where things veered off course once again and she got on Pat's nerves at his work den. For he told her flat out, No! And you know she had to let her flap flow.
"You don't do Saturdays? But you used to do Saturdays. I always thought your did Saturdays."
First, she can think? Damn, that must take her to the brink. Second, no way in hell Pat was coming in on a Saturday to let her flapping make his brain swell. And third, saying the same damn thing three different ways is just absurd. But of course that is a flap brain for you. It is surely missing more than a screw or two.
"When did you stop that? I think Saturdays should be back. Saturdays are a good time for me."
Well whoopdi friggin doo. Is all I can say to you. The answer is still no, no matter how much flap you flow.
"That is interesting how you stopped Saturdays. Maybe you should bring them back? I know I would be glad."
By this time the nut was really really getting on Pat's nerves. He was not about to throw her any swerves. He got a bit lippy at her and really ruffled her fake plastic, make-up drenched fur.
"You just could have said no. I don't mind that you don't do Saturdays anymore. I just thought I would tell you and see. If Saturdays come back though you know..."
Pat cut her off once more making her scoff. No way in hell was she going to even suggest that crap at his work well. So he just kept saying "no chance" over and over and kept up that stance. Every word she said, he'd interrupt with "no chance" and cause her dread. It was rather fun but still around and around she spun.
"You don't have to say that. You could just say no. I mean it was just a thought. Saturdays are a great time to rent the room."
She went on and on talking to herself. I swear someone must have beat her over the head many a time with a good sturdy shelf. Flappy is the biggest dunce I have ever seen. And that is saying something and yep, I'm mean. Her brain is completely clean. Not a cell would be caught dead in such a scene.
And on and on she went, getting more and more bent. Pat just walked away and kept up with those two words he continued to say. Another two he wished he could but then he would get in trouble at his work hood. So he said the same two in mass and all the cat can say is, Flappy isn't even good enough to kiss my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.