Mental Syrup? Not in my Tardis!

Mental Syrup? Not in my Tardis!

Who said anything about mental syrup, honey? You're having delusions new! Go back to bed soon you prepare tea. - Said his dutiful wife.

I tried to make sense of the last line in this story, but it just escaped me, somehow. I don't think it was that person's fault - I mean, they tried their best. But even so,

But the sky based dreams of truth? 100% true. Except I'm not sure the ones you've deacribednto me recently are not deplete of embellishment. Especially the one about

town. They say he's a real charmer. I hope to ride in his convertible and listen to his hi fidelity stereo. What will the girls at the quilting bee think then?

He took me to the last Drive-in in Texas to watch the 'no Spring chick flick' "On Golden Pond" but when he put the move on me, reaching into the glove compartment for his dentures

I was disgusted to see his Depends undergarment hanging out of the back of his high-waisted pants. What a turn off! Snapping his dentures in, he slid closer to me in the front seat

, then jerked to a harsh stop & threw his flabby arm against my chest, lingering for a few extra seconds. "Hey! Take it easy!" I protested. "Don't flatter yourself dear, I was just

checking a couple of things. If those puppies are for sale, I'll have the one with the pink nose." How could I resist such a smooth talker? And that's how I met your father.