Saturday, March 29, 2008

Jane calling from Schwab's


You won't believe it, but there is a problem with this morning's breakfast order

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Seriously, dude- what is wrong with you

Anonymous said...

Clifton: Under the compassionate care laws I have taken the liberty of slipping you my personal six-shooter; i'm not selling it to you, bud, just loaning it to you because you said you'd clean it for me (wink). You have a $285,785 tab by the way, I am practically embarrassed to mention it.

Anonymous said...

I am not so sure that is a dude, dude. I'm not sure WHAT that is

Anonymous said...

Jane, why don't you just shut up and have a drink

Anonymous said...

Wait, I can sell one of my emeralds to help Clifton. Horace ... where are my jewels?!

Anonymous said...

The house in the hills where Judy slashed her neck is for lease - maybe Mother could use some fresh air and time away from Schwabs enablers?

Clifton Guilaroff said...

listen, lorraine, she's packed and sitting out on the curb- she's all yours, no deposit, no return