five string serenade - page 07 - the last thing a wedding needs (page 6) 



another peculiar layout, but a little more successful.
 



 
And now we're out of beer. Gotta go down to the Quiktrip and tank up.

Ring . . .

I'm hungry. Maybe I can fry up some of that fish in the fridge.

You always want to fry up fish from the fridge.--There goes the telephone.
Ring . . .

I'll get it
Mmm . . . fat brook trout.
Fish fry.

Fish! Fish or breakfast, fish for brunch, fish for lunch, fish for tea . . .
My apartment's starting to smell like a Japanese factory ship. People are asking me if it's dolphin-safe . . .
Nips residence, what do you want? Oh, hi,

Oh, hi. What? When? Now? Where are you? That's not safe! Go to my place, I'll meet you.

Who was it?
My uncle Grayfax.
He got in town today. 

Posted: Mon - January 31, 2005 at 04:17 PM             |


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