Will Work for Exercise
What's happening there, bosom companion.
Easy that Ray, tomorrow or day after tomorrow I am headed off to gainful employment. My plan is to situate myself on a shady corner. That shady corner should have lots of traffic, plus a nearby convenience store in case I need to regale myself with a refreshing libation or two. See Ray? I already have my sign made.
Will Work for Exercise
I got the idea for that particular sign from you, Ray. Won't Rayetta be proud of me, when I get a job?
Er. Crumby, I surmise Rayetta may be of the opinion that you are going to make money. Then after you make the money, Rayetta expects you shall buy her a new lens for the new camera. Maybe you better talk this over with Rayetta before you wear yourself to a frazzle, working for exercise.
But Ray, you said they pay a person for exercising. That's what I was counting on. You know, like I would do maybe a couple of hundred pushups, then get paid like a tousand or two tousand dollars. All righty then!
Second thought Crumby, maybe you better not go to Rayetta with this. Maybe we should reason all this out before you spring it on Rayetta. Rayetta may not be in the proper mood for this if you just spring it on her like you did on me. And I tell you Crumby, as your loving bosom companion, plus, you know yourself, that Rayetta generally sees through this kind of antic. Rayetta is liable to feel like you are not sincerely seeking a job, but instead, that you are merely faunching around. Meantime, the new lens release date is hard anon.
But Ray, I will work for exercise.
That's right Crumby. I know you will. In fact, I know you do. Alas though, I now see how my satire has backfired, ensnaring my own bosom companion. Mercy! Er. Hold it! Perhaps you are satirizing me. Are you satirizing me Crumby? Do you dare to satirize a Sun God Trainee, such as myself.
Maybe, maybe not Ray. Perhaps I better go talk this over with Rayetta as you yourself suggested Ray. I can easily explain to Rayetta how I got the idea from you.
OK Crumby. Go ahead on. See if I care. But remember Crumby, the League of Old Men. You don't want to wear yourself out, working for exercise, before the real work commences.
Yepper Ray. I need to get in shape.
All righty then.
Easy that Ray, tomorrow or day after tomorrow I am headed off to gainful employment. My plan is to situate myself on a shady corner. That shady corner should have lots of traffic, plus a nearby convenience store in case I need to regale myself with a refreshing libation or two. See Ray? I already have my sign made.
Will Work for Exercise
I got the idea for that particular sign from you, Ray. Won't Rayetta be proud of me, when I get a job?
Er. Crumby, I surmise Rayetta may be of the opinion that you are going to make money. Then after you make the money, Rayetta expects you shall buy her a new lens for the new camera. Maybe you better talk this over with Rayetta before you wear yourself to a frazzle, working for exercise.
But Ray, you said they pay a person for exercising. That's what I was counting on. You know, like I would do maybe a couple of hundred pushups, then get paid like a tousand or two tousand dollars. All righty then!
Second thought Crumby, maybe you better not go to Rayetta with this. Maybe we should reason all this out before you spring it on Rayetta. Rayetta may not be in the proper mood for this if you just spring it on her like you did on me. And I tell you Crumby, as your loving bosom companion, plus, you know yourself, that Rayetta generally sees through this kind of antic. Rayetta is liable to feel like you are not sincerely seeking a job, but instead, that you are merely faunching around. Meantime, the new lens release date is hard anon.
But Ray, I will work for exercise.
That's right Crumby. I know you will. In fact, I know you do. Alas though, I now see how my satire has backfired, ensnaring my own bosom companion. Mercy! Er. Hold it! Perhaps you are satirizing me. Are you satirizing me Crumby? Do you dare to satirize a Sun God Trainee, such as myself.
Maybe, maybe not Ray. Perhaps I better go talk this over with Rayetta as you yourself suggested Ray. I can easily explain to Rayetta how I got the idea from you.
OK Crumby. Go ahead on. See if I care. But remember Crumby, the League of Old Men. You don't want to wear yourself out, working for exercise, before the real work commences.
Yepper Ray. I need to get in shape.
All righty then.
posted by ray pistrum at Thursday, August 09, 2007
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