Three proud mothers are sitting around a table playing bridge and bragging about their sons.
My Freddie, says Margaret, Everyone should be so lucky to have a son like my Freddie. Once a week he brings me a huge bouquet of flowers, hes constantly bringing me out to restaurants to eat, if I so much as hint that I want something the next morning its on my doorstep.
Thats very nice about your Freddie, replies Gertrude. But with all due respect, when I think about the way my Sammy takes care of me, it just cant compare. Every morning as soon as I wake up he greets me with bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Every lunch he comes over and cooks me a gourmet lunch, and every supper he brings me to his house for supper, he truly treats me like a queen.
WELL! says Barbara I dont want to make any of you feel bad or anything, but wait until you hear about my Harry! Twice a week he pays someone $200 an hour just so he can lie on their couch and talk to them, and who do you think he speaks about at those prices? asks Barbara, beaming with pride, Ill tell you who he speaks about!
ALL HE SPEAKS ABOUT IS ME!
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Possum; AKA:- Ali El-Aziz Mohamed Gundawiathan
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