I hired Vance Miller to build my kitchen.
He did a lousy job. I complained and he killed my dog. And he was mean to me. He was neither kind nor gentle.
My alarm clock went off and then I woke up. So I think all of it was a dream. But I can’t find my dog.
So Vance, was it real or was it a dream? Did I hire you? Did you build me a lousy kitchen? Were you mean to me? Did you kill my dog? If you did, what kind of dog did I own? I don;t remember.
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I didn't hire Vance Miller, but he killed my dog, and egged my house.
me too
He egged my dog house with eggs benedict.
He's mean. But he's mean with style. The eggs were poached perfectly.
Hmmm, I got jumbo raw bad eggs, stunk up the whole neighborhood.
And besides that he has bad breath and really terrible BO. And he's kind of a sloppy dresser too.
there's more.......
Well I dreamed I hired him to clean my shop. You know one 'o them where they bring in the young hunks and an obligatory hot babe or two with 10 HP. HEPA vacs and all. Whole place clean enough to eat off of in no time. All the tools sharpened and stuff.
Guess what? Still hasn't happened.
Does he have a son named Bode? Competition snowmobiler or something?
You're thinking of Herman Miller. He designed the seat on the snowmobile.