The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends.
Last night Midge and her long time (nearly 2 years) boyfriend broke up.
It wasn't mutual.
It wasn't her idea.
There are many things I could say to try and mend her broken heart, but
I think her dear brother The Brat Child did it best.
BC: So we're never going to see him again?
BC: (in a matter-of-fact voice) Well, then I guess we should just shoot him.
Me: (to Midge) I guess this is where I should tell him violence isn't the answer.
BC: (after driving past some cows) We could make him kiss a cow's butt. A POOPY cow butt!
Me: Good idea, less violent.
BC: Then we could get a gun, load it up and shoot him then tie him up, take him to "watersand" and throw him in the water and let sharks eat him!
I'm now wondering if the Brat Child was a Mafia Don in a previous life.