He: Mildred Gunther* called; she's got a critter in her backyard she wants me to come get (explanatory note: our elderly neighbors frequently call on the spousal unit for this service since he has a state trapping license).
Me: What kind of critter?
He: She doesn't know, it's curled up in a ball.
Thirty-five minutes later, the phone rings.
He: Meet me at the gate with a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt, wouldja?
7 comments:
ewwwwwwwwwwwwww! Phewwwwwwwwwwww! But funny....
The guys who pick up our garbage are in for a treat on Monday.
2 words: tomato juice
Lots and lots of tomato juice and burn his smelly clothes. Poor all of you!
Now that is the kind of neighbor we all need. A Superman! Ok, a Smelly Man to the Rescue! Bet the dogs left the Spousal alone that night!
Dogs, hell. *I* slept in the spare bedroom last night!
LOL!!!
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