It's leftovers night at the Lockhorns', where Loretta's vile concoctions of glop are even worse the second time around. Leroy's dread is barely perceptible amidst his glum despair. Loretta, ever stoic, stands motionless in front of the most lethal weapon in her arsenal.
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Sadly, Leroy knows he will have to eat it. And while he can get horrible food poisoning, he cannot die. And the cycle continues.
And I see you got one new follower. Wish it had been more.
Wings: After 40-odd years, Leroy has built up immunity.
Thanks for the good wishes. Followers are appreciated, but what I really need is a leader.
You know, isn't that the classic Black Widow method of dispatch, arsenic or whatever in the food? Well, that wouldn't work on our boy Leroy would it since Loretta's food must have given him a cast-iron stomach by now,
Hey congrabulations on the move! That's a nice snappy title you got too. But I'm afraid I'll go cross-eyed trying to keep an eye on both your blogs now..
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