I’ll do his napping
I will make sure his pelt is nice and shiny for the when the fur traders come back to Astor Place.
I’ll volunteer to sleep his shift between 4:30 am and 8 am.
[sub]4:30 am~! What the hell was he thinking?[/sub]
It does exist, Eve. I see it nearly every day. However, you would have a hard time convincing me of this thing they call “noon.”
I will ban Dopers at random.
I’ll feed the army of hamsters.
I’ll read John Thorne’s cooking newsletter for him. And make Mexican from Bayless for the kids.
[Could Ike still read me and the kids a bedtime story, please?]
Aisle due hiss spill Czechs four hymn.
I’ll correct his errors about NYC history and geography.
Oh wait. I already do that.
[Grinny]
I will pay homage to STRANAHAN on his behalf.
I’ll clean out the lint filter of his dryer.
Since Lola has the lederhosen taken care of, I’ll adjust his suspenders. And while I’m there, I’ll quietly remove any shoulder chips. Or chips off the old block. Or potato chips, as long as they’re not barbequed. Let’s just say, I’ll take care of the chip issues.