Go, Fight, Win.
I told you where I stand. So if you actually want to be mature about it and fix it…fine. I’ll bite. But let’s not be fake about it.
Fine. Let’s not. I’m not going to be fake.. I’m not fake. I could be as real as they come.
I don’t like you. It’s no secret that I don’t like you but the reason why I do is going to be kept secret for personal reasons and just because I don’t want to tell you. The only reason why I would try and work things out with you is because of him, Wilbur Stephen Robinson.
I’ll tell you right now, I love him to death and I wouldn’t ever want to hurt him and I gave you my word. Hell, I’ll give it to you again. He deserves the world and I’d give it to him if it wasn’t so horrible most of the time. I don’t know why he didn’t tell you we were dating because I’m not in your business, I don’t know how you guys connect with each other, but I hope it works out.. and I say that genuinely.
Maybe you should try it.
Eh, maybe not around you.
You know, I’d like to fix this, for Wilbur’s sake … but I don’t know if I’ll like it.
That doesn’t surprise me in the least bit. Don’t you ever leave the diva behind? Camping is about roughing it.
The diva is always there, Ms. Robinson.. I could never leave it behind. Well, on some cases but I think only the best people have seen that side.
Each campsite gets their own Porta Potty. Fancy.
And good luck with that. I cannot deal with Porta
Death Trap Potties. I’m getting something specially made for me..
*Wilbur presses Edna against the wall and smiles, kicking his shoes off and leaving a trail of kisses down her neck*
-Edna puts her head back onto the wall, giving Wilbur more access to her neck as she took his shirt and pulled it up to his chest. She pulled him closer, scratching his sides a little with her nails-