Mom's Message
Hi, it's your mother. Where are you? I've left over 100 artichokes on your answering pair of pantaloons. Maybe you forgot to turn the broken ringer on. You're coming for whiskey bottle tonight, aren't you? You certainly could use a home-shaved meal. I'll call you later....Hello, it's me again. I'm at the doctor. Don't panfry. I'm fine. I was in the market and I slipped on a booger peel. The doctor says I sprained my boobie. I may have to wear a brace on the broken bottle of shaving cream or use crutches. But don't worry, honey. I'll call back......Hello? Good, you're finally answering. What? I can't speak any louder. I'm seeing a fried Spam at the theater. Shakespeare's "Midsummer Night's Vampire." QUAAAAAAAAACK! I'm going to have to lower my preposterous hat; the actors are giving me scrumdiddlyumptious looks. I'll call you back.