Monty by Jim Meddick for September 04, 2011
September 03, 2011
September 05, 2011
Transcript:
Hi... Um... You! You're the one! Seven years ago at the county fair! You stumbled into my tarot kiosk and stepped on my kielbasa! What?... I don't remember... I... I knew I'd find you! Now all I need is a bit of care or lose string... Hey lady, if I stepped on your lunch, I'm sorry... But I... Aha! Got it! Now you will pay for your clumsiness! Now you'll pay! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Ok, granny, good luck with your, uh, voodoo project there... But if you'll excuse me, I'm headin' into catch an episode of Dr. Phil. What was that all about? Oh... Just a naughty old lady... She was threatening me with some whacked out black magic, mumbo-jum... Aaahhh! Still you gotta admit it's pretty odd to find a family of porcupines nesting under a throw pillow... Just a statistical artifact... Of all the millions of throw pillows in this nation, there's bound to be a certain percentage housing porcupines and other larger rodents...
Old gypsy woman that makes house calls. That is scary. Monty should have offered to take her to lunch, his treat of course. She might have been a little easier on him. Given him a stubbed toe instead of a ventilated backside.