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With a Fluff-a-Nutter sandwich in hand I

  • With a Fluff-a-Nutter sandwich in hand I decided it was time to
  • make like a tree and skidaddle. She didn't seem to mind, though, I was prone to doing that at odd times. I knew it was time to run, as she had seen my
  • Aunt Betty's lingerie sticking out of my trousers. But I was stopped dead in my tracks when I turned to flee and ran head on into the side of a big black limousine. The door opened
  • and out stepped Dick Cheney. He had just been to Bethesda for an artificial heart upgrade, and he said to me, pointedly, "how's your Aunt Betty, anyhow? She's a helluva dame."
  • I replied to Dick, "She's fine, except for the fact that she lost her arm in an unfortunate bull fighting accident." "Oh that is terrible!" Dick cried. "I hope that
  • she'll be able to buy a new one made out of cheese from the French cheese vendor down the road. He does wonders with a bleu." " I hate
  • American cheese. It's just nasty.
  • Yet, I get a feeling of patriotism when I think of it. American does make a fine grilled cheese sandwich. So good in fact that I once ate only grilled cheese for two whole weeks.
  • The tomato sauce ran out in the middle of week two so I poured ketchup in water with some basil and microwaved the hell out of it. When that ran out, I dipped the cheesy goodness
  • into some canned tuna. I always had some of that buried in the pantry. By the time week three rolled around, though, I was in deep shit.

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