I’ve heard of helping your buddies move and then sharing a case of beer, but this is a different breed of cat.
Here’s how I think it all went down. Dapper Dan left the firm early, but not before enlisting Kip and Truman from accounting as his partners in landscaping. They floored their Studebakers to suburbia with an urgency mandating no time to change out of their office duds or set their fedoras down. Curse you, early sunset! In the past two hours, Dan has felled a tree, while Kip and Truman have laid the steps along the pathway. Won’t Betty be surprised?
Now it’s time for a break. Kip raises his spade, and Dan tops off his (third) glass of sociable whiskey (it pairs well with Pall Malls). Don’t snag your trousers while you straddle that trunk. And save some Corby’s for the other two. You remember what happened last time, Dan.
Some really funny stuff..and I believe your scenario 100%
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btw, i have been thinking about your gravatar all day long, as 50 mph winds have flung shingles into the streets, fences have flopped over like card houses, and liberated dogs are running amok. i know mrs. gulch will be here soon.
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Darn…and I thought no one would notice my passing through! Might have to get my bike re-tuned! By the way, any sightings of my winged monkeys?
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if that is a euphemism, yes. literally, no.
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Man I love how crazy this ad looks and yet how…deceptively practical it looks to make a path like that.
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who knew whiskey and bark could create such a sanctuary?
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