"Whew," Kevin W. said as he rubbed his eyes upon waking, "Where am I, and why is my head shaved?"
"Oh, you still here?" Muffy asked, a bit surprised. "We're at McDonalds. We picked you up back in Newark dead drunk, and me and the gals, well, let's just say we had a little fun in various places."
"Man, not again. I hate when that happens," sighed Kevin. "Serves me right. I just couldn't stop drinking that Ithaca Beer: ithacabeer.com *."
"Sorry, but the gratuitous sex scenes failed to move us up in the ratings so we decided some mild violence was in order, " Muffy offered.
"Well, that's because you didn't do em right," Kevin said with confidence. "Wait here a second, let me show you something. Norma, Norma... "
Muffy was getting frustrated her call was not going through. But just before she could hang up, a deep bossa nova voice bellowed "Hello, jhild here."
"It was him. Really really him," Muffy reassured herself. Finally, after all those years.
If not for the occasional creaking of the ambulance, you could hear a pin drop.
* Gratuitous plug for my third cousin's brewery. |
