Monday, March 8, 2010


JULIUS:  Grammy!  Grammy!  Come quick!

GRAMMY:  Lord, what’s the matter now?

JULIUS:  It’s Typhus.  He’s stuck!

GRAMMY:  What do you mean he’s . . . ?  Oh my Lord!

TYPHUS:  Get me down.  Please!

GRAMMY:  Didn’t I tell you not to be jumping on my bed?

TYPHUS:  Yeah.  And I’m sorry.  Now get me down.

GRAMMY:  Sorry, boy.  We all have to learn from our mistakes.

TYPHUS:  Grammy?!

GRAMMY:  See what happens when you act like a dumb twit.

TYPHUS:  I see.  Now get me down!

GRAMMY:  Sure.  No problem.  But first, I’m gonna have me a smoke and a whiskey while I watch my soaps.  See you in a few hours.

TYPHUS:  Grammy!!!

GRAMMY:  Hey, you wanted to hang out in my bedroom.  So hang.

Photo:  Gregor Collienne

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ColoradoKate said...

Have I told you I hope to become Grammy when I grow old? I think I need more practice.

Barbara said...

Well, at least you have lots of years to practice.