"Dar, you should go in there and remind them who is boss."
Me, looking into the front room.
"I... can't."
"Why, Dar?" (Laughing expression)
Frowny face. Sad voice. Lowered head. "I'm a washed- up loser."
Now don't get me wrong, I think I could still give B a run for his money. I will never concede that B is tougher than me. He beat me a couple of months ago when I was sick and now he thinks he's all tough.
But Mr. Returned Missionary is like the young male baboon that challenges the aged alpha male's dominance in the troop. It is the circle of life. There comes a point when the young and strong rise up and the old and weak shrink away. And it sure doesn't help that he has a good 2 inches on me and probably 30 pounds. *Sigh*.
Yea. That's me in the foreground with the LOSER sign pointing at him. In case you didn't get that part.
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So what you're saying is that you're an elderly baboon? That's rough.
Darrell, obviously those blue stick figures laughing at you in the background are the yellow sub boys. However, I want to let you know that I'm the one with his arms down not mocking you but instead lost deep in thought realizing that, deep down inside, we're all washed up losers. If you look closely you can see a single stick figure tear trickling slowly down.
Haha! This is funny. (And probably not all true...) :)
hahaha! Dar! I think the truth is you don't have to PROVE it anymore.
Dar, just remember you are probably good at a lot of other things.
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