Yes, I believe that even the Queen of Hearts can be reasoned with. It simply requires getting to her head just ever so slightly to understand the murkiness within, and then using that to your advantage. What results? No loss of heads!
In the following tale of woe, intrigue, and mischief, I would like to introduce three characters. Lily – a mixed up blonde homeless – white (trash?). Joe – a well to do black business man, and finally, Mickey – an entertainment mogul – also white, and definitely not trash.
Both Mickey and Joe are married, and take due pity on the sad Lily.
It was a gorgeous summer’s day in a fantastic Beverly Hills manse. Joe was out walking the dog – Charms – a miniature Italian greyhound. Mickey was at home, moving his daily mountains behind his Mac, and watching, as best he could, the pitiful Lily go through her routine of getting ready to leave.
Lily has been a friend of the happy couple for way too long to be healthy. This fine day, she has been the hired help to watch both Charms, and Twisted Face – her pooch, while Joe and Mickey head off to one of their vacation spots. This happened to be on the 4th of July.
As a matter of happenstance, after the cute couple got back from their vacation spot, it was too late to drop the blonde flower back off to the disgusting pit from whence she came. So, they gave in, and let her (little did they know) slobber herself asleep on their new couch.
The next day, they found that Twisted Face had vomited all over newcouch, and that there were ripped up expensive clothes all over the place! Mickey and Joe, from other, more slightly positive, yet questionable experiences with flower fake (less than) power, had trusted her wholeheartedly. Why, oh why, oh why?!
During this morn of horror, they happy couple demanded that stinky Lily shower. Being a very gay couple, they were appalled to find out (after cleaning up the vomit, and distracted with myriad other things) that Lily was leaving the door open, while showering, and simultaneously emitting gasses worse than the sulfurous of sulfurs.
At this point, Joe was sent over the top. He had asked that Mickey get out from behind the computer, and assist him with cleaning up after the disaster. In a rage, Joe had hit Mickey with a rolled up poster. Mind you, it did no damage, but definitely got Mickey’s attention!
While Lily was still smelling, and attempting to clean herself up (just barely), Mickey and Joe had words.
Well, Lily got more scared than the most skittish of kitten cats, and left in a hurry.
After more careful examination of the entire situation on Mickey’s part, he saw that Joe’s rage was mostly from the disgraceful female.
Having known Lily for longer than Joe had, Mickey promptly sent her a letter of severe constructive critique, for her to better herself.
In the end, Lily got the help she deserved, and is now presenting herself better in the same manner ala Eliza Doolittle.
So, my friends, if you have a stinky weed in your family that just won’t quit, use a bit of tact. Hopefully, they will turn around as fast as the sincere Queen of Joe and Mickey!