I have an interesting story to tell you. You know my roommate, Edna, at the home? Well I'll tell you, that wretch plays that damn radio with her headphones on so I can't hear it. When I went to the bingo hall on saturday, I won a new radio as a door prize. A week later, her radio fell on the floor and broke and she asked if we could share mine. I replied as nicely as possible, “Go to hell, bitch.” And she hasn't talked since. I think I taught that old hag.
