Saturday, January 16, 2010

Thou Still Unravish'd Bride Of Quietness

By now, the neighbors have sincerely regretted asking the Lockhorns over for a visit. Anguished as they are by tedium, they sit morosely on their settee with a grim resolve to get this evening of torture over with. Meanwhile, Leroy objects to what is probably one of the least offensive epithets Loretta has ever used when describing him.


Wings said...

Leroy is irked more so by the fact that these neighbors are apparently dry. He needs SOMETHING to get through a night with these two, much less Loretta as well.

Mr. Beautiful said...

Wings: Yeah. There's not even a coffee table. Those hosts are inhospitable. You can't blame Leroy. He probably needs Everclear by now.