We’ve talked about karma before on here. Well…
It’s finally coming back to me…and not in a good way.
A couple of years ago, I ran into my High School love and she told me that she and her new boyfriend had just gone to King’s Island Amusement Park.
We had gone there years ago and I won many prizes for said girlfriend. When they were there, he couldn’t win a damn thing.
She said to her boyfriend, “Gee, my old boyfriend could have won me something.”
When she told me this, I chuckled. But then, something happened of late and it has come back to bite me on the ass.
Karma has reared its ugly head and spit on me like a rabid cobra. I am in the same boat as “new boyfriend”.
Schmoop wanted ice cream on Thursday. I told her to go get some. She asked if I would get it for her. I said, “no.”
She, without hesitation said, “Jay would.”
To which I replied, “Well good for Jay. Why don’t you call him?”
And then people…she needed a beer and said, “You got yourself a beer, why didn’t you get me one?”
To which I replied, “You didn’t ask.”
And what did I get from Schmoop?
“Jay wouldn’t have had to ask; he would have just gotten me one.”
And I thought …“Gee, while I wish Arkansas was closer because you’re a bitch and could live with Jay; Jay must die because I do like your boobs and your hoo-ha.”
And so…I am in a quandary folks….Do I kill Jay or do I kill Schmoop? Or?
Do I get me my own Jay? Is there anyone out there that would like to be my friend. My special friend?
Is there anyone out there who when Schmoop says, “I don’t wanna have sex with you Mahoney.”, you’d be willing to say…
If so, let me know…’cause trust me, things are getting crowded around here even if he is 800 miles away.