Recriminations
So…Donnie threatened to sue me for…er…minor infractions of protocol during surgery. (Or, as he put it: “How the hell did you manage to get your goddamned sleeve stuck to my head???!!”).
However, fortunately, we agreed to settle out of court:
On a lighter note: Hello Patrick! Nice to see you here. Seems you’ve just met the ladies so far, so please, allow me to introduce myself: I’m Oscar and Donnie is my 19th Century blast from the past. And he sure is a blast…
Looking forward to chatting over the week ahead.
Meg O'Ryan 08:40 on 20/02/2014 Permalink |
DONNIE!!! DONALD ARCHER!!! GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT! YOU’VE GOT A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO MISTER!
WHAT DID YOU DO TO POOR OSCAR!?!?
I THINK I HAVE BEEN VERY TOLERANT OF YOUR ALCOHOLIC EXCESSES DONNIE, BUT THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!! KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OSCAR!!
OH, POOR OSCAR, WHAT HAS HE DONE TO YOU? ARE YOU OK? IS IT VERY PAINFUL?
DON’T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE DONNIE. SAY YOU’RE SORRY AND MEAN IT. IF I HAVE TO COME DOWN THERE YOU WILL BE SORRY!
Donnie Archer 08:53 on 20/02/2014 Permalink |
Hey, Meggie, did the kid say I did that to him? I don’t think so. Naw, Meggie, it wasn’t me. Here’s what happened: Just as we reached an agreement not to go any further with the whole legal mallarky, the kid slipped and toppled down a flight of concrete steps outside the Palace of Justice. (Actually. I bandaged him up myself.)
Isabella Medici 19:34 on 20/02/2014 Permalink |
I really hate to say I told you so, and my sincere sympathies to poor Mr. Oscar, but, I told you this man was trouble from the start!
I believe that Tree Surgeons Without Borders is one of the great humanitarian organizations of our time. I am always humbled when I see their ship enter the port at Livorno. The way they bring reanimation to dummies, marionettes and other creatures great and small is nothing short of sublime.
And now the thanks Mr. Archer shows a great humanitarian is to beat him senseless and then BLAME THE VICTIM! There is nothing lower.
This is so like my own death. When I was allegedly washing my hair and just suddenly died while bending over the sink!
My husband’s handprints all over my neck? Oh, no, that’s not proof that he strangled me at all, they only look like handprints but are actually the marks from me hitting the sink after suddenly dying.
And Carl Andre didn’t murder Ana Mendieta, she simply fell out of the window!
Gran’ disgraziato Mr. Archer.
My husband’s handprints were on my neck because he strangled me, just as sure as yours was on Mr. Oscar’s back because you pushed him down those stairs. Admit it Mr. Archer, you’re a drunk who nearly murdered the man who saved your life.
As for your faculty position at Medici University…
YOU’RE FIRED!
Patrick J. Sweetman 23:55 on 25/02/2014 Permalink |
Wow Donnie, man what happened. I go off grid for a couple of days and all hell breaks loose. We could use your fighting spirit over here at the moment. But I’ll need to keep you away from the Brewery. Hey is that Betty Ford I hear calling you. I’ll come and visit PJ