Fourteen…

S: I like my narrative better. R: You need a new joke. S: New? I’ve used it TWICE. R: EXACTLY. S: Hey listen. R: Go on. S: We all know how I feel about dead horses. R: No. We don’t. S: Yes we do. R: No. I’m sure there are a few of your critters who haven’t heard yet. — He makes me laugh. Every single day. Fourteen years. This past year has been impossibly… Keep reading…Fourteen…