Sunday, September 12, 2010

Another Conversation I Wish Had Not Happened, or; Why I'm Glad We Have A Shower In The Basement


He: Mildred Gunther* called; she's got a critter in her backyard she wants me to come get (explanatory note: our elderly neighbors frequently call on the spousal unit for this service since he has a state trapping license).

Me: What kind of critter?

He: She doesn't know, it's curled up in a ball.

Thirty-five minutes later, the phone rings.

He: Meet me at the gate with a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt, wouldja?
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7 comments:

  1. nancyc20September 12, 2010 at 10:55 AM

    ewwwwwwwwwwwwww! Phewwwwwwwwwwww! But funny....

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  2. ShaySeptember 12, 2010 at 11:43 AM

    The guys who pick up our garbage are in for a treat on Monday.

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  3. JoyceSeptember 12, 2010 at 11:47 AM

    2 words: tomato juice

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  4. PackratSeptember 12, 2010 at 12:06 PM

    Lots and lots of tomato juice and burn his smelly clothes. Poor all of you!

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  5. AnonymousSeptember 13, 2010 at 5:59 AM

    Now that is the kind of neighbor we all need. A Superman! Ok, a Smelly Man to the Rescue! Bet the dogs left the Spousal alone that night!

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  6. ShaySeptember 13, 2010 at 4:14 PM

    Dogs, hell. *I* slept in the spare bedroom last night!

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  7. PackratSeptember 13, 2010 at 7:18 PM

    LOL!!!

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