It was a dark and stormy night; black storm clouds raced before the moon like ghost riders across the sky. I didn't notice the figure at the door til it was too late and she was already in the room.
Uncle Eddie: "Waddaya want Babe? I'm busy!"
Uncle Eddie: "Honey, go home! There's nothing to thrash here!"
Reader: "I was on Theory Corner! You didn't answer my comment about about the monkey and the potato salad. You answered Jorge but not me! What am I? A nothing? Is that all I am to you?"
once and for all!"
Uncle Eddie: "Honey, go home! There's nothing to thrash here!"
Reader: "I was on Theory Corner! You didn't answer my comment about about the monkey and the potato salad. You answered Jorge but not me! What am I? A nothing? Is that all I am to you?"