I love you all the time. What time are you going to take the garbage out. When I find time. Next time please do not bug me! My brain can’t function
all the time. What time is it? It’s time for you to buy a watch!
Person always talking to himself about time all the time!
Next time you go shopping will you buy some new jeans? I buy new jeans all the time. You don’t understand that this time I looked at you your jeans
were filed with holes. It happens all the time!
You are always late all the time. Next time I will be on time. It’s just that last time I was early but you still complained about time. If you
think that next time will be different you are wrong.
It matters that you love me all the time. I have even lost time and you love me more in time. The first thing in time is to tell her how much that you
love her in time.
When you take out the dog this time will you please brush her? Every time I walk the dog I brush her! Why would this time be any different. It’s
just that I remind you all the time!
Please the next time you brush your teeth use baking soda! I brush every time with baking soda. The next time you go to the market please buy more,
my teeth are turning yellow with time.
I thought this time you were cooking steak! I told you that next time i will not this time. You bother me all the time!!! I would like a filet next
time! I bought New York strip steaks this time!
Do you know that you are complaining all the time! It’s because I love you all the time and next time it won’t matter because I found time to make
time to complain!
I am done with thinking for you every time, it’s time to open those aqua eyes and watch this video about time!
The End
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Your genuine dialogue really seats us. I mean we can almost see the back and forth, and watch you sip your coffee and harshly set down the cup and
turn your back as your partner retorts. It's a visual play, played out verbally. Wonderful!
I spent several years on Electric Avenue in gangland, so I know your neighborhood also. ;o) I wasn't part of the gangs, but would sit behind hedges,
get intoxicated and watch the evening "games". I had a band down there called "Funky Dumpster", maybe you heard of us. We warmed up for the
Cannaligators and others at Whiskey A Go Go and sometimes at Madame Wongs. Miss Esther was a force of nature, and not to be screwed with.
Nothing wrong with Detroit. Every place has a value, and a deficit. The key seems (to me) to be to live in a place where that which you give up is
overwhelmed by the benefits.