"How are you, Boychik?" He asked with some solemnity.
"Ah, working too-hard, as usual Uncle Slappy. We're staffed so lean, I really have no choice in the matter."
That's when he came out with this. Yet another reason there's only one Uncle Slappy.
Friday, March 3, 2017
Twofer Friday.
Uncle Slappy called last night as I was deep into my over-work-induced torpor.
"How are you, Boychik?" He asked with some solemnity.
"Ah, working too-hard, as usual Uncle Slappy. We're staffed so lean, I really have no choice in the matter."
That's when he came out with this. Yet another reason there's only one Uncle Slappy.
"How are you, Boychik?" He asked with some solemnity.
"Ah, working too-hard, as usual Uncle Slappy. We're staffed so lean, I really have no choice in the matter."
That's when he came out with this. Yet another reason there's only one Uncle Slappy.
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