Deadbeat neighbor: “So, Happy Father’s Day, pal!”
Me: “Thanks.”
Deadbeat neighbor: “Get any nice gifts?”
Me: “A mud cake. Covered in paste and bugs.”
Deadbeat neighbor: “Yeah, I know. I helped the kid make it for you.”
Me: “Bastard –“
Deadbeat neighbor: ” — Yup. The fire ants? My idea.”
Holy crap, that made me laugh out loud like I never have while reading a blog.
Heh. One better…I got some stinky cheese. Swiss, not French. Damn, the little lady knows me. If it doesn’t offend 4 out of the 5 senses, it ain’t good cheese.