Mostly True Memoirs
Bob got up very early this morning to do some yard work.
In the middle of his work, he asked me to make him something to eat.
Bob is perfectly capable of making his own food.
However, he was wet and muddy and too dirty to come into the house.
I made him a fried egg sandwich.
He stood at the back door the entire time, back-seat egging me.
I swear, I’ll tell the judge, I swear it was justified