What’s wrong, you look like thunder.
It’s those two birds I’m going out with, Tuesday and Thursday.
What’s the problem, get the days mixed up.
No, I call them Tuesday and Thursday, I take them out Friday and Saturday.
You do lead a strange life, so what’s the problem.
The problem is Tuesday, she wants to go out on Saturday.
Well, why don’t you take Tuesday out on Saturday afternoon, leaving you free to take
Thursday out on Saturday night.
My god, that’s genius, that’s what I’ll do.
# Monday morning
So how did your weekend go.
Aw man, what a disaster, took Tuesday to the bowling in the afternoon, totally forgot Friday worked there.
Wow there, who the hell is Friday.
She was casual.
So what happened.
She phoned Thursday, that’s what happened.
Oh, sounds painful.
No, the painful part was when the wife turned up.
Oops, bet you were wondering what day it was, can I see the film.
Get you a copy later, now I’m forced to stay with Monday for a while.
What did the wife say?
She wasn't my wife, but Wednesday's
Wednesday is married to a woman?
Yeah she's a little freaky. So there I was with Tuesday, Wednesday's wife, Thursday on the way and Friday in my face about Thursday.
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Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Having read this I feel all weakly.
felt a bit weak myself.
What a complicated life you lead! You need a mathematical formula to sort this out perfectly!
Now going out with month girls. lol
Confusion reigns in my mind and obviously yours as sell Paul.
Andy
It was a bad week for all in sunday.
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