Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Hanoi Hilton XIII

Pinko got me good last weekend. He had put one of those phony bologna scratch-off tickets on my nightstand beside my trifocal case, and when I put a nickel to it, I found that I’d hit the 25 grand jackpot! I thought Sarah had affectionately picked it up for me on her daily bike ride to the corner store for her MD 20/20 and Newports, but it was Pinko, and I fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

He’d done it because he said he was tired of hearing me gripe about Lenny’s going back on a spit pact we’d made about public spending. When I asked him how in the world a fake lotto ticket would solve my spending limitations, he admitted that it wouldn’t but he wanted to be “like a break in the battle, was your part, in the retched life of a lonely heart.” I didn’t understand his meaning, but Sarah shouted, “that’s the Pretenders!” and punched Pinko in the stomach.

2 comments:

Bash said...

That photo is awesome! Looks like he crapped himself and just realized it.

C. Andres Alderete said...

It was the moment he had the idea of picking Sarah Palin as his VP.

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