Uncle Louie
What a despicable woman that Mrs. Widmeyer is! Bragging about her carpeting and doorbell, it makes me want to barf. But this is all part of the plan. I must be a gentleman.
“Would you like some tea?” She asks me.
I hate tea. It’s disgusting. I have my own name for tea—“dog spit.” But I don’t tell her this. Instead, I say in my most alluring voice, “I’d love some.” When she’s not looking, I dump it out on an expensive-looking bush. Let the bush drink that crap.
“I, uh, neglected to introduce myself,” I stutter. “I’m Uncle Louie, of Uncle Louie and the Polka Dots?”
“I love that band,” she squeals.
The plan is working well.
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