Whilst out walking my li'l dog I felt a tickle on the back of my neck. It was a Wood Tick, and he's awesome! I've named him Rickety. I now have 3 pet Wood Ticks. I'm starting a Wood Tick Circus and I'm writing a book titled Blood for Ticks. I just know this will be better than my Circus Larva of last summer. Look out Spiderbone county, there's a new Ringmaster in town...I mean in county!
All my life things have been what they have been. I thought I was on top of the world when my boss over at the Church Cake Sale Management Company put me in charge of measuring kitchen tables: But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would become the junior assistant to the assistant of the assistant president of The Miniature Cattle Display Club here in Spiderbone Illinois. It's as if I was drinking a Rob Roy with Roy Clark or hailing a cab for Haley Mills or...dang, I had another one, but it slipped my mind. But anyway my recent appointment has made me the toast-of-the-town in a town where toasting is not an activity to be taken lightly. It seems like just days ago I was living in the boiler room at the Moose Lodge. Now I'm living in the laundry room of a swell apartment building. Things just always seem to work out good for me. Who knows, someday I might own a bait shop or become a camp host! Oh yeah...now I remember, or like tossing a beach ball with Lucille Ball.
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