Puddler nabbed
My poor, stupid brother.
The Woman caught him in the act this time. There were rough interrogations — the Woman using some new words I'd not heard from her lips before, the Man brandishing his dastardly squirt-ray.
He was chastised and cast out into the rain. I overheard the Woman muttering as she locked down the crime scene — something about feeding Fabio to the Rodent.
The poor fool got sloppy. When you get sloppy, you get caught. No excuse for that. He'll have to pay the piper on this one, and from the sound of things, they're gonna send him up the river for sure.
What do you do with a brother like that? Useless.
The Woman caught him in the act this time. There were rough interrogations — the Woman using some new words I'd not heard from her lips before, the Man brandishing his dastardly squirt-ray.
He was chastised and cast out into the rain. I overheard the Woman muttering as she locked down the crime scene — something about feeding Fabio to the Rodent.
The poor fool got sloppy. When you get sloppy, you get caught. No excuse for that. He'll have to pay the piper on this one, and from the sound of things, they're gonna send him up the river for sure.
What do you do with a brother like that? Useless.
so sayeth Shmool on Friday, December 30, 2005
1 Comments:
A real blog! Can a book be far behind? I hope not. Happy New Year Schmool and family!
Post a Comment
<< Home