-Phoosh, he pulled open the tin of kippers and popped one of those
tasty suckers in his mouth, then checked his messages.
Beep. Hey Rick: What's up, anyway? Kay called and told me she left
you. I hope you all don't fight over the kids. I think you should get
'em. She left me a message. Did she leave them with you? She said she
saw that guy Sam leaving your house in a dress, and that was it. Why
did she call me anyway, I have to ask myself. You know, you're better
off without her. She never did you or the kids any good. Always
cattin' around, leaving you holding the bag- screw her. Give me a
call.
-He called Joe back, but he was gone again:
Beep. Hey joe, thanks for calling. You're right, I'm better off. She
took the kids, but I can't imagine she'll put up a fight if I sue for
custody. Good thing. The courts don't look kindly on my sorta
lifestyle. They'd sooner you neglected the kids like she does, than
expose them to my preferences. Maybe if they took the wad of cotton
out of their ears they could listen to reason.
-The kippers sat heavy on his stomach as he hung up, wondering what to
do next.
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