Thursday, April 16, 2009

Meanwhile, at the Neighbors'

Chet had always enjoyed the Corrigans' picnics, but today was different. Between the way that Dave was leering at him and how Mrs. C. kept feeding him pickles, he had a strange feeling that things weren't going to turn out well...


  1. OMG, that is so funny! I love these!

  2. That brick oven is pretty ominous.
    Enjoy those pickles.

  3. Chet had cause for concern when it came time for the weenie roast.

  4. And what of Connie's striped shorts and her glass of moo juice spiked with rum?

    Not to mention the tragedy/fantasy awaiting Dave and Tommy. Two pair of white pants and juicy burgers needing lot of Heinz 57.

    Catsup everywhere!

    Mrs. C tries to salvage the picnic by suggesting, "Why don't you boys run into the cabana, get out of those stained dungarees and put your swim trunks on? Chet, give them a hand finding suits that will fit. I'll start the washing machine and get the All-Tempa-Cheer."

    15 minutes later:

    "Gosh what's taking those boys so long in there?" says Connie to Mrs. C.

    "A little horse play, I'm sure. They must have their trunks on by now," says Mrs. C as she strides toward the cabana.

    She opens the door. "Boys, I'm just coming in for your paAAAAAANTS!!!!!!"

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