Monday, October 23, 2017
Impromptu
Her son, Mel, loved it!
Not so, daughters.
Misty spoke for both women.
“Hey! Around here, Myself and Lynn
already hafta claw the whores off our
boyfriends around here! We don't need
any whacko Mom!”
The Examiner ultimately concurred, after waiting
for the Ethel Mermanesque solo to stop. “Amazing!
That could be C over C at the end!”
That could be C over C at the end!”
“THERE'S NO BUSINESS LIKE SHOW BUSINESS! ...and no harm done, Ma’am,” defended Mel.
“Can’t agree there, Young Man. Wildly
Inappropriate at this hearing, as it would
be in church, temple, funeral home…”
Where, of course, plans are set, and
anomalies unwelcome.
Labels: Church, dementia, Family, funeral home, hearing, insane singing, insanity, Show Business, Temple
