"Ward...I'm worried about the Beaver"
Last night, I got home late from a business trip and was just too exhausted to change clothes.
Sitting around in dress slacks, a shirt, and tie, I found myself feeling, well, rather sharp.
Dignified, as it were.
The Blond had saved dinner for me. As she served the meal, I noticed that her hair looked somewhat more bouffantish than usual.
Calling to my children, I began to dispense sage, fatherly advice, chuckling condescendingly as I tousled their hair.
As the evening wore on, I realized that my every comment, whether funny or not, was accompanied by disembodied laughter. Through the haze of smoke from my pipe, I could not pin down the source.
As color began to drain from my surroundings, I decided it was time to change into jeans and a t-shirt.
Sitting around in dress slacks, a shirt, and tie, I found myself feeling, well, rather sharp.
Dignified, as it were.
The Blond had saved dinner for me. As she served the meal, I noticed that her hair looked somewhat more bouffantish than usual.
Calling to my children, I began to dispense sage, fatherly advice, chuckling condescendingly as I tousled their hair.
As the evening wore on, I realized that my every comment, whether funny or not, was accompanied by disembodied laughter. Through the haze of smoke from my pipe, I could not pin down the source.
As color began to drain from my surroundings, I decided it was time to change into jeans and a t-shirt.
posted by Colonel Havoc at 8:04 PM
2 Comments:
All I want to know is if you had Fido (Gina) trained to bring you your slippers and newspaper.
If you're worried about the Beaver, then Larry Mundello is probably involved somehow. The Beaver would never come up with a dishonest scheme on his own.
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