Okay, so Portia's back in California, and getting unwound, and loungin' on the couch with her brother. So, naturally I ask if I can come over...and she's all like "no, you can't come over here." More specifically:

Well, it's not my fault you live in the backwoods of Georgia

Geez! All this work I done 'round here, and that's the thanks I get? Being two time-zones away in California is no reason to be snobs. I'd offer you folks to come over to my house if the situation were reversed. Manners are dead, it seems.


Posted by Macabee at December 8, 2005 08:42 PM | TrackBack