Mike kicks back in the recliner, and plops his feet on the ottoman, sending everything flying.
Me: Are you going to have a nap?
Mike: No.
Cue the snoring in 5 … 4 … 3 …. (Didn’t need to count down any further.)
The heat down here really gets you. Especially us denizens of the GWN.
Me: Are you going to have a nap?
Mike: No.
Cue the snoring in 5 … 4 … 3 …. (Didn’t need to count down any further.)
The heat down here really gets you. Especially us denizens of the GWN.