This is like talking to my mother where every story has to be extracted from her piece by piece even though she initiated the telling of the story. It’s a bit tiresome.
That’s my complaint: Getting a zillion ant bites is a bad thing, and I wish it hadn’t happened to me. I hate being covered with ant bites. It sucks, and I’ll probably have scars from scratching everywhere.
What do you want to hear? I wasn’t arrested, the cops were really cool.
Then why in the hell would you bring up the stuff with the cops? That’s way more interesting!
It’d be like me starting a pitting for getting a cut, and when somebody asks me why I got a cut, I tell them I was underwater knife-fighting with Steven Seagal, and then refusing to answer questions! I mean, if you don’t want to say, that’s fine, but why would you dangle that story in front of us, and then refuse to tell us about it?
Fine.
I am married to a crazy person. Crazy things happen. Sometimes really bad things happen.
Sometimes, nothing happens, but I get 1,000,000,000 ant bites.
I always figured cop commands to “Get down on the ground!” had unique repercussions in fire ant country. But on “Cops” they never show this, or pursuits into brush breaking up when officers and felons start shrieking and pawing at themselves because they disturbed a fire ant mound.
Say no more, Darth. I remember your troubles from earlier this year and you don’t owe us an explanation. Sucks about the ant bites, though. We have biting ants in Arizona and I’ve experienced some, but not all over the body.
Yep, I remember too. I would say that at least the vodka and benadryl should send you to la-la-land long enough to let you rest from other troubles as well.