“They’re coming. What to do? Maybe I should say something like, ‘Septic tank’ll work fine now, but you gotta be careful about what you put down there from now on, y’know’ … Nah, they won’t buy that one. Maybe if I try the “I’m the Iraqi President” dodge, they’ll think I’m some kind of harmless loony and move along somewhere else.”
[Then, five minutes later…]
“Damn! What was I thinking? I shoulda stuck with the septic tank story!”
She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene hih
I said don’t mind, but what do you mean I am the one woo
Who will dance on the floor in the round wee
…
Suddam? No, man, he’s on the other side of the river. Actually, I think he drowned halfway across. Yeah, that’s right. He drowned, so that means he’s dead, and you don’t have to look for him anymore! Isn’t that nice!
Oh thank God you are here.
Now I can go to trial- be found guilty- and be sentenced to political assilumn in the United States. Where I will live out my days with a new identity, a new house and car, and 1 million in the bank. All thanks to the US taxpayers.
Crime really does pay.