Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for February 15, 2004
February 14, 2004
February 16, 2004
Transcript:
Laura: Adam, turn over, you're snoring. Adam: That's my stomach. Ding Dong (doorbell rings). Pizza delivery boy: Pizza! Adam: A little on the late side. Pizza delivery boy: Sorry, I swerved to avoid a mother possom and her eight babies, hit a patch of ice, plowed through a guardrail, and eventually came to rest at the bottom of a steep ravine. After I regained consciousness, I somehow managed to crawl back up to the road. When I couldn't flag down a passing motorist, I decided to cover the last few miles on foot, through knee-deep snow, to deliver your extra-large pepperoni with double toppings. Adam: We ordered sausage with mushroom and black olives.
Gee, Adam you could,ve shared your pizza with him and called a cab for him