She was writing a post. He was sitting at his keyboard, staring at a blank white computer screen. Abruptly:
She: “I’ve got a hole in my head where a word should be.”
He: “Umm … shouldn’t I be calling 911? Before that hole makes too much of a mess of the carpet?”
She (oblivious): “What do you call it when you’re out on a hike and you’re looking for something to tell you where you …”
He: “A cell phone?”
She (not hearing that one either): “A landmark. Never mind.”
He: “Well, I’m glad you got those words in the correct order.”
She (belatedly suspicious): “Hel-lo?”
He: “Hey. You could have said ‘A land mine. Never mark.’ If you had, and stuck that into whatever it is you’re writing over there, somebody sooner or later is going to have a lot more holes to deal with than the one in your head that you were just talking about.”
She: “Oh, holy … I oughta give you a piece of my mind!”
He: “You just did. Thank you.”
And he began to type …
– O Ceallaigh
Copyright © 2009 Felloffatruck Publications. All wrongs deplored.
All opinions are mine as a private citizen.
You are very lucky SHE loves you, else SHE might be tempted to make a new hole in your head.
<——– cracking up laughing
OC only you could put this together. Where Dude and Dude when you need them
dude and dude never return
ROFLMAO…I know…I hit submit to quick LOL
No thanks, Q, I’ve got enough holes already. Besides, if you try to add any to my head, you might hurt yourself.
You underestimate the Q, Thom …
I dare not predict anything about the Dudes. Among the few skills they possess is the knack for showing up when they’re least expected, or wanted. But they do share one critically important thing with the rest of us.
They get old.
Ah yes…but do they remain entertaining?
WHAT would ya DO without her?
Thanks for the finchy info!
Well, Thom, Dudes do seem to be keeping Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman from encountering any serious pizza shortages.
Probably, Melli, I wouldn’t bother with doing.