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It was simply bending over to find a lucky penny (the rare ones with the
face of King Tootin Putin on it) that caused Hank to fall into the
bottomless pit. Why did they even hold their meetings with a bottomless
pit in the corner of the room? Granted, it was a great place to dump the
cig butts and coffee cups and occasional snot rags (and men who came early
always took a whiz in it) but for crying out loud, at least have some
metal guard rails. Or gaurd rails. Fred never could remember how 'guard'
was spelled. Hank, the only other person in the room, tripped, fell and...got caught. He was just a little wider then the hole. But not wide enough. As Fred gasped in horror, Hank slipped a little more. "Help me, Fred!" Hank cried. Or so it seemed. Fred could never really understand Hank's blithering, but it was obvious what he intended. Fred farted, then went to work.
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