I <3 you for <3-ing me. Baby, you <3 me so good!
I thought for a moment that this might be the most beautiful sentence I had seen in several weeks. And then the story got better.
Thanks a lot, melody. 
More of an “Oh my god” but with a Ron added.
BK has a health plan? Whooda thunk it?
My brother’s stepdaughter is a Rhonda. I was visiting him and staying at his place some years ago when she came out to visit with her current squeeze. She was carrying a decent looking SLR camera, and since I’m into photography I asked her what she was toting.
“Oh, I bought this camera kit at Sears on credit.”
“Looks like a nice setup.”
“Yeah, but those fuckers are after me for the payments. I can’t afford that!” :rolleyes:
Hold up there- they move in with section 8 lady and suddenly it becomes their responsibility to buy diapers for the kid? Section 8 lady’s kid? And they did it?
Dear God.
Of course they do. The plan is to eat there every day.
Actually, it’s a bad health plan.
I’m wondering that too. Especially since the sister had a better place.
I vote for periodic Ron updates. We should set up an RSS feed.
It became this communal kind of thing - whoever had money paid for stuff. Once my sister lost her FT job, and went to BK part time - she qualified for food stamps too - and at some point I’m sure she either claimed welfare or unemployment as available.
My sister was easily led down paths - it was sometimes tough to watch.
Well, see - my sister couldn’t have him move in to her place - because of occupancy restrictions (1 person per unit). And they just couldn’t bear to be apart. I don’t believe my sister knew about the eviction proceedings until after, not that I’m sure she wouldn’t have moved in anyways. She was pretty starry-eyed when it came to him.
And then do the exact opposite, I hope?
Oh, no. Hell, no. I do not consent to having MY name used in this way.
Sounds like she got railronned.
What about Ron-duh? 
NOW who’s looking for a spanking?
wait - do i get a spanking for the impertinence of threatening YOU with a spanking? must rethink. . .
Spankings all around!
And if the guy you’re dating turns out to be a Ron in disguise when you enter a relationship with him have you been…Rickronned?
Or Ronrolled. Tough call*. Though I think melody will have an interesting take on your proposed term.
*Until he bones you, then you’ve just been Ronned, as cited above.
These Ron stories are classics!
I, too, picture him with a porn stash, but driving a camaro.
I would like to add that my husbands name is Ron and while he has his moments, he isn’t anything like this…oh wait a minute…
Back when we were dating, I lamented to him that the dead plant on the back of the toilet tank should be pitched.
“No, all I have to do is water it heavily and it will come back.” He assured me.
I gave him a look and said, " That plant has been dead since before we started dating." ( It was probably 3 years at this point.)
“Let me tell you a story.” He started. " When I was in second grade, we were growing marigolds for Mother’s Day. It was the day before we were going to take our cups of marigolds home to our mom’s and because I hadn’t watered mine, there wasn’t a flower there."
“Uh huh.” I am staring at him kinda like that Charlie Sheen in Ferris Bueller staring at Jeanie.
“So, I pour a bunch of water in it and the next day when I went to check on it, and I had a flower. It grew there over night!” His face, at that moment, told me in earnest that he beleived this to be so true in his heart of hearts. Lollipops for alles!
I looked at him, pulled on my mental jackboots and said, " Did you ever think that the teacher had extra marigolds hidden somewhere for the kids that neglected to water their plants properly?"
“WHAT!!!” He blinked in disbelief, sitting back, shaking his head, " No…no…no way!"
“Ron, flowers don’t just grow overnight. It isn’t possible.”
To this day, whenever he falls back into his Gosh, life is swell and anything is possible and Gee Whiz! mode, I just remind him with the crushing of my jackbooted heels, “That flowers don’t grow over night.”
I like to say that at work. Try it! It’s fun!
Don’t worry, baby. You know I could never stoop to working at BK when I much prefer Wendy’s.
Yes, yes, you must give us all a good spanking! And after the spanking, the oral sex!