The Dialogue of the Century!

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  "Hunny, why do you have to sit there and ignore me like this? It's not like I did it on purpose. I've just been getting bored sitting around the house all day and thought that I could go out and do some house work."
Dave replied in a craze, "Well you didn't have to get paint all over my garage! On top of that you let dinner burn, and the sink fill up with soapy water. Rosie, you almost flooded the house for Christ sake!"
     "Well if you'd pay attention to where you put things in there I would have been able to get it without a ladder! I'm sorry for dinner and I cleaned up the water, so what are you complaining about! Oh poor Dave had to make a potato and a slice of stake for himself when he got home form a job that he just sits on his butt on a computer for 8 hours. How exhausting it must be for you. I would never be able to comprehend how much stress you must be going through." Dave began to fill with rage.
     " You know what your problem is Rosie? Do you!"
     " Yeah! As a matter of fact, I do know what my problem is! Unlike you, I stay at home cleaning your house, taking care of your laundry, fixin' you all these nice dinners, and what do I get from it? What? Nothing. I get nothing, there's no ' thank you dear for all the work you've done for the last 4 years of my life. Not a thing."
Suddenly Dave got up from the bed. He set the paper down and walked down the stairs. Rosie, while still in bed, listened ever so discreetly to Dave grabbing keys and a door slamming. She rapidly got up and looked out their bedroom window and say Dave backing out of the drive way and speeding off. To this day, Rosie hasn't heard a word from him. However,  she did receive a letter saying " Thank you."

the love birds

The sun was hot, and the sweat was beading down Georges brow. A warm breeze whirled through the barn as George was putting a stallion away. Out of the sun came Curley's wife, in all her luscious 'beauty.' "well hello there, fancy seeing you in here," she batted her lashes at George then waltzes across the barn towards him. "Well hell i was jus' puttin' this horse away for slim. But uh.. I wouldn't mind the company of a pertty girl like you," George had moved close to her. "Oh my, well, maybe we could jus' set here for a while an' talk a bit," she said with a little excitement. George finished putting the hore back in the stall then he made a little seat out of a  pile of hey for himself and Curley's wife. "come set with me a few minutes," he said motioning her over to a spot beside him. "You know George, a girl like me likes to stop and smell the roses sometimes. but Curley, he just likes to go the whole 9 yards and step on em. but you an i are like  two peas in a pod!" curleys wife moved closer, almost to the point where her and Georger were cheek to cheek. George looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes, " well, sometimes you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet. If i were in his shoes, id treat you so good you wound't even know you was livin' on a ranch."

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