The Last Word

From where I'm siting, I beg to differ.

The speedo is packed away for the next few months but the LW is with me.

The last word has packed it's stuff and returned to me.

For some reason you all thought the LW was with you all this time I was away.... Poor you!

You mean poor you without the last word yet again.

The LW never packs its speedo away, never packs its bags, never travels as it is always with me.

Except when it's with me.

Which never happens as it is actually always with me 24/7/365.

More inaccuracies.

Mere minor nuisances erased by the pleasure of having the LW by my side.