Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
There is only one use for an ex-husband. Fertiliser. Because they're usually full of shit. If they weren't they wouldn't be exes.
I thought the same about my old man. Poor chap, the cross he carried all his life was doing good deeds for other drunks who didn't thank him enough. This was a rat alright, a true rat, on the run from pussy welfare workers wanting maintenance from him. After scouring the Dandenongs for three weeks they gave up and met at a local pub. The barman heard their story and laughed. "But he's here every day," he said. "You missed him by two minutes."
River, good fertiliser is hard to come by, ex's go under concrete.Robbert, my sister couldn't get a penny out of her ex and this was in the early 70s. He still promises to build her a house when he makes it big. If promises were dollars!
Mind you, many ex-wives are full of shit too, not even good as fertiliser.
Deep down in many a vegie patch there are the remains of organic fertiliser....
Jayne, just waiting for TimeTeam to excavate. Another of life's little mysteries.Rh, some people should never marry unfortunately we don't find out until we do.
Hahahahaha...what can I say?
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