From the man who gave us the recliner banana peel, I present...
THE LA-Z-BOY PRETZEL!
There it lies, in all its twisty glory, upon the threadbare La-Z-Boy. I discovered it Sunday morning. Of course at first glance, I feared the worst. You know what I'm talkin' about!
I got a picture for evidence, then set that pretzel on the side table for shaming purposes. When confronted with it later, the pretzel-abandoner proclaimed,
"I THOUGHT I dropped a pretzel last night! I felt around between my legs, but I couldn't find anything. [!] So I thought maybe I was wrong."
"Well, here it is, on the table. You can throw it away yourself."
"I'll eat that! Ain't nothin' wrong with it!"
Sorry. I don't mean to flaunt my never-ending supply of blog topics...
2 comments:
I'm wondering how he couldn't see it, it isn't blue like the chair. and if I'm feeling around for something I dropped, I'm looking as well, because it's usually chocolate and I don't want Lola eating it if she finds it and I don't want it melting onto the fluffy sheepskin I sit on.
River,
I think, once he felt that it wasn't there, he never even looked back when he got up. I'd have been looking in the chair, and on the floor. But I guess Farmer H rests assured that he has ME to do that.
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