Where’s The Wreath?
This morning I was decorating for Christmas. I had lost track of the time. Customers had started to file in. It was turning out to be a busy day. I continued to put up decorations. I had finished about forty-five minutes into breakfast. However, something was missing. What could it be? It was the wreath. I looked everywhere for it. It was like it had fallen off the face of the earth. The last table was leaving. As they were walking out the door I noticed that our wreath was stuck to the ass of the slightly rotund woman with five chins and two beards, dressed in holiday light paisley spandex jumper. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t tell her about it or ask for it back. You don’t see Christmas displays like that in the town square.
Dennis on December 14th, 2007
She unknowingly sat on it? How do you do that? I like holly & berry wreathes, not dingle & berry. Sniff, sniff. Where’s the fresh pine scent….
Peace,
- Dennis
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jerrster on December 14th, 2007
I bet she’s lost 4 out 5 of her last “lap dogs” in the same fashion.
Upset Waitress on December 14th, 2007
Dennis, you know you like Stink Finger. Sniff sniff.
Jerrster, she’s probably got those fancy underpants her husband gave her 20 years ago for Christmas up there too!
ali on December 15th, 2007
Good Lord, that’s disturbing.
Native Minnow on December 15th, 2007
Just like a festive inflatable donut