This is a little something I received in my inbox from a reputable source. Guess who it’s about?
Veb’s got a boyfriend, Veb’s got a boyfriend!
–Tim
Is this the way you usually hit on girls Homer?
Oh, for heaven’s sake.
There’s no shortage of guys here who would love to get next to Veb. She’d be a major catch.
But I don’t think she’s looking. She’s very independent and she likes it that way.
The guy who catches her eye would have to be an extraordinary man indeed.
And everyone knows I’m married.
Huh, WHAT?! ::snapping head swivel::
I do?? I am? Someone does?
Why am I always the damned last one to know?
What the hell is going on?
Head-scratching mystified,
Veb
No one wants to take a stab at who this someone is? Let’s just say he’s bigger than Wally… no, not like that. No, not like that either. No! More like… well… let’s call him ‘Desil Padams’. Yeah. That’s a good name.
–Tim
Uh, Homer? Tim?
Did you get into some bad Bosco?
This isn’t junior high. You’re gossiping and bandying about the name of one who would inflict you with warts, shingles, seeping sores, palsy, a prolapsed colon, bad breath to gag a maggot, impotence, uncontrollable flatulence, mad cow disease, unintentional discharge, tennis elbow, weak bladder and fallen arches–and smile while doing it.
And that doesn’t take into account how this mythical “Desil Padams” would react.
Sheesh.
Veb
Well, whoever it is, I bet his daughter isn’t trying to hawk his Harley. Even if it was neon-puke-green.
So…is this person female and single? Do they like geeky guys with glasses?
::cracks up laughing, pounding head into wallboard::
Veb