Another stumbling effort at entertaining a tiny group of people.
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| Sleepytime Toothgrinder's Carnival of Errors Another stumbling effort at entertaining a tiny group of people. |
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05 February 2002 When William Gillespie met Sleepytime Toothgrinder, his relationship was in dire straits. When Mr. Gillespie met Dr. Toothgrinder, the doctor’s pet was picking Will’s pocket. (First, the pocket.) The pet clung to a tent pole with three legs, gently pulled open the pocket with another, and reached in with its last paw, gingerly withdrawing a wallet, which it then delivered to Sleepytime. He slyly dropped it on the ground, and immediately stooped to pick it up. (The relationship.) “This yours, son?” Handing it to Gillespie, he briefly flipped it open, and commented on the photo he saw. “Your sweetheart? Pretty!” “Um, yes, I guess.” He avoided eye contact. He shuffled. He reached for the wallet, but the doctor didn’t meet him halfway. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you sure?” His often florid face grew redder with apparent indignation at the idea that either Gillespie felt halfheartedly about such a fresh young thing or that they were unhappy. They were unhappy. “In a way, I’m not,” Gillespie replied harrumphingly. “Lately things just aren’t the same.” Dr. Toothgrinder resolved at once to help the young man regain the vigor of his relationship’s first days. It was, of course, an unusual plan. posted by Bigtooth | 8:02 AM |
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