Ring, ring, ring. (That's the phone ringing.)
Ragged: Hey, dear family member, I am on a bit of a hunt and wondered if you could help me out. I need a poodle skirt. Any ideas on who might have one?
Family Member: I have one.
Ragged: Great. May I borrow it? (Always using good grammar when making a request of a former English teacher.)
Family Member: It's in tip-top, mint condition. I'd need it returned in the same condition. It's in tip-top, mint condition. I'd need it returned in the same condition. It's in tip-top, mint condition. I'd need it returned in the same condition.
Ragged: I certainly would take great care of it. (Have you not noticed that I am obsessive-compulsive.)
Family Member: It's in tip-top, mint condition. I'd need it returned in the same condition.
Ragged wishing she'd said: Give me the poodle skirt and we'll pretend you didn't ruin my baby blue down jacket, my black purse and my copy of "The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood". Call it even, ok?
Thursday, October 26, 2006
It went something like this
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5 comments:
Sounds like someone is a little bitter. Maybe another look at the Amature Blair Witch Project pictures are in order to bring back the giggles. Dont people like that drive ya nuts. Talk about beating a dead horse...
Who me?
Sounds like someone is way too attached to their poodle skirt, if ya ask me.
I think we're related. We have the same "Family Member"
; .)
Ahh..Family Members. Can't live with them, can't sell them to the gypseys!
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