Disclaimer: Still can't afford to feed them, so can't own them.
New! 08/16/03
The Raffle
Copyright 2003
"I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. I am never drinking tequila
again!"
"It’s not the end of the world, Junior."
"Not for you maybe, you’re already folliclely challenged."
"That comment is not earning you any sympathy."
"You know what I mean, besides Joanne doesn’t care if your dome shows some
chrome."
"Keep it up Johnny, the hole you’re digging is no where deep enough yet."
"Okay, okay, I guess I should look on the bright side."
"That’s the way Junior. You won’t spend much on shampoo for the next little
while."
"Ha, Ha! I was thinking more along the lines of the hair-length police being off
my back for a while."
"True, and what about all the money the raffle is bringing in. Santa Rosa County
needs every penny they can get to buy equipment."
"Yeah, I guess that’s a good thing. I still think we should have made the winner
take lessons in how to work a razor."
"You know that’s not practical. Besides, it’s your head on the chopping block
not mine."
"Please don’t say chopping block."
"Sorry."
"And another thing, did ya have to let Chet buy so many tickets?"
"He just kept saying it was for a good cause. Who am I to tell him how to spend
his money."
"Once again, you’re concern is overwhelming. Okay, let’s get this over with. How
many people are out there to watch?"
"Oh, not too many, a couple, twenty maybe, okay no more than fifty."
"This sucks!"
"Um, about my overwhelming concern, you better take this with you. You’re going
to need it"
"Thanks, what is it?"
"Sunblock!!!"