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alchemist, beaver, bluegrass, Brad, caterwauler, drink me, eat me, fish, Fred, frog, Henry, Irishman, Joyce, Lewis Carroll, Lola, moose, Myrtle, Orwell, Pfeffer, Prima, Rand, Secunda, Tertia
Episode 47: Part 6 of “Alex’s Relevance”
“I don’t need any more of this idiocy”
stated Pfeffer, quickly adding,
“I want to hear nothing more
from finance or legal.
Is that clear?”
It must have been clear because the fish
and Brad both remained in their chairs
(or bowls)
with downcast eyes.
Of course Brad trembled more than the fish.
Pfeffer demanded that Lola explain
“what this shredding was all about?”
Still not sure
(or discriminating about Pfeffers gender)
Lola batted those
big long eyelashes at it.
She rose from her chair,
adjusted her overly tight garters,
and sauntered over to Pfeffer’s desk.
“Well dear,” Lola purred,
“I really have nothing to say
about the shredding. I just happened
to be walking past Brad’s office late one evening
when I noticed his lights were still on. My intention
was to turn them off because I thought that they
were accidentally left on. Well – – – Brad
was busy in the office; doing what,
we never know. We talked for
a few minutes and spent
some time together;
doing what I’ll
surely never
remember.
And that
is all I
can
say.”
“All you can say? All you can remember?
Or all you care to divulge?”
asked Pfeffer.
“All the above” answered Lola.
She was batting her
false eyelashes
so hard that
one of them
flew off and
landed in
the fish
bowl.
That means that Lola cast and eye(lash) at the fish?
GROOOAAAAAN! Your puns are as bad as mine. I think you just hate that fish and want him/her/it to run off with my sweet Lola.
Keep up the eggy puns. You made a good yolk.
Pity the fish…….
He’s tough. A survivalist, you know.