Saturday, April 3, 2010

A River Runs Through It

Things are in full swing at the latest Levittown cocktail bash. We see a neighbor woman hopelessly cornered into a conversation with Loretta, which in this case always means standing there as Loretta chatters incessantly and being utterly unable either to get a word in edgewise or to make a graceful exit. It is clear that the neighbor woman is contemplating the latter, to no avail, as Leroy chimes in with perhaps a word of sympathy for her. Leroy's haughty interlocutor, while disgusted by the spectacle, nonetheless counts his blessings that he not be subjected continually to such mindless prattle as is Leroy.

4 comments:

Wings said...

You notice that the only people we ever see laughing or smiling are the Lockhorns when they are either boring someone to death with their own brand of humor or drunk, or the ten-foot bimbos. Hmm...

Anonymous said...

MR. BEAUTIFUL. YOU WERE VERY LATE TODAY WITH YOUR POSTING.ANY WAY NO COMMENT.

Mr. Beautiful said...

Wings: I've noticed. At least they have something to smile about once in a while.

Anonymous: Internet was down this morning.

Anonymous said...

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