Whoa, No Hearts fer Dick
I hafta write this quik so ther might be some typoes. Laura wenta powder her nose, and I'm typin' this ona laptop. I woulda waited, but I jus' gotta tell someone. Dick is really pissed off right now.
Laura and I wuz gettin' ready fer our Valentine's dinner together, an' Dick was throwin' newspapers up an' down the hall an' swearin' up a storm. He kept mutterin' how he was th victim of unfair covrage. Kept yellin' bout how everyone was talkin' bout the lawyer an' the huntin' violation, and how no one was reportin' how he DID in fact bag the quail he was aimin fer. Boy, is he ever p.o.'d
Anyway, Laura an' I, we made ourselves scarce--wanted ta get on with our romantic evening.
Whoops, she's headin' back. I gotta go.
Laura and I wuz gettin' ready fer our Valentine's dinner together, an' Dick was throwin' newspapers up an' down the hall an' swearin' up a storm. He kept mutterin' how he was th victim of unfair covrage. Kept yellin' bout how everyone was talkin' bout the lawyer an' the huntin' violation, and how no one was reportin' how he DID in fact bag the quail he was aimin fer. Boy, is he ever p.o.'d
Anyway, Laura an' I, we made ourselves scarce--wanted ta get on with our romantic evening.
Whoops, she's headin' back. I gotta go.
posted by Dubya | 7:15 PM
1 Comments:
Well he DID get that quail and should be awarded. Me, I use buck shot while bird huntin'.
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