(to be read in an
English dialect)
I sat upon my recliner, sipping a cup
of tea, waiting for the doorbell to chime. It did, and I said, “Come
in!” In walked Kitty.
“Oh hel-lo Kitty! So good of you to
come. Leave Roger, come away with me. You do want to, don't you? Oh
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, sail with me on the Casbah. You will never be
happy with Roger, Kitty. You know this in your heart. Why do you
resist? I know this causes a dilemma, but we can resolve the dilemma,
I know we can!”
Well, Kitty gave in and we proceeded
to copulate on the lion-skin rug. All of a sudden the front door
flung open wide. In walked Roger.
“Roger old bean,” said I, “this
is not what it seems!”
Roger walked over to the fireplace.
“Roger, I don't want to sound
inquisitive, but there is no fire in the fireplace,” said I.
“Wherefore then, do you have that iron poker in your cluster of
whitening knuckles!?!”
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