After dinner, we went to Agent Hesby's to return a gift he gave to Max -- a wedding gift he didn't want himself: a hideously ugly cat of unknown material, except that it's very strong -- we beat the crap out of it with a hammer and smashed it on a curb, but it wouldn't break in half. So we nailed a Deuce of Clubs playing card to its face, set it on Hesby's porch & rang the bell.
DING DONG THIS GIFT IS UGLY
|We chortle at your "private property," yuppie condo helldwellers!|
|While the others at Chez Hesby soak up the vibes of Iron Chef, Fake Wagner soaks up the vibes of the vibes.|