I received my stimulus check from Publisher's Clearing House for $10,000.00 today. I knew it was en route so I had been thinking what to spend it on, and in a flash of inspiration I thought pipes! Yes pipes! Especially those cheesy, and even cheesier! Those of the flatulent and gruesomely corpulent Great Danes; and in this regard let us not forget the work of Mr. Chonowitsch. But achhh!! What's this? His pipe at a trifling $1,300.00? Surely it could sell for more. Such depravity! I'd call the retailer and register my complaint but don't want to be disregarded as another doltish Flatbush knave.
The wife was a tad upset that I'd spent the money to the last dime. She had envisioned an ocean of knick-knacks that would have swarmed us out of our living room and onto the lawn. She came at me with a bbq fork and spatula, and I joined battle with dual churchwardens. But hating blood I ran away, cheating the local ED; and stifling a chortle over my impending fancification by some of the very best flack exploding within pipedom.
The wife was a tad upset that I'd spent the money to the last dime. She had envisioned an ocean of knick-knacks that would have swarmed us out of our living room and onto the lawn. She came at me with a bbq fork and spatula, and I joined battle with dual churchwardens. But hating blood I ran away, cheating the local ED; and stifling a chortle over my impending fancification by some of the very best flack exploding within pipedom.