Lincoln Panties and Chef’s Bandanna
My bowel
movements were becoming rarer and more difficult. Increasingly strenuous, pincer-like forces
were needed to squeeze out even the most meager results. After weeks of this torture, I finally
consulted the German ambassador, Heimrad Sturm.
Calling upon him at his home in lovely Montreal , I found him painting a watercolor
of the new Dodge Clumberall.
“Look at
that,” I chuckled, pointing at the sloppy rendering of the steering wheel.
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