28 January 2006

No respect

The Commodore gave me a jar to open, because, as she often reminds me, opening jars and getting things off high shelves are my most useful functions.

The jar was rather tight.

PBS: "Aaarrrr! There, it is open."

Comm: "What was that?"

PBS: "The jar required my barbaric yawp in order to get it open."

Comm: "I was just worried your barbaric yawp was about to be followed by a barbaric aneurysm"



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