(Cyndi sashays over in her itsy bitsy teeny weenie string bikini, puts her hands on her hips and thrusts her pelvis toward Tom)
"Ah, my favorite part of the show."
(Tom ever so slowly removes the cards from Cyndi's bikini bottom)
"And thank you, Cyndi Cinder."
"You're very welcome, Tom. Anytime."
"First up is Tanya's card. She picked Jim as the winner and predicted he'd choose the Iron Maiden. Congratulations, Tanya, you got both questions right."
"It was a piece of cake, Tom."
"Next we have Hiram's card and he likewise picked Jim and the Iron Maiden. Good work, Hiram."
"Thanks, Tom."
"And finally, we have Schmera's card and she picked Jim as the winner but, uh oh, Schmera wrote the rack as Jim's choice for Bob's termination. Sorry, Schmera, I'm no psychic but I can tell you there won't be any first class tickets for you in your immediate future, say on your flight back to the old country, wherever it is."
"I never make mistake! You ask him vat he tinking ven he write. Go head, ask him."
"Dr. Blathersby, can we get Jimbo a microphone while you work on him?"
"No problem, Tom. I'm finished with the stitches and bandaging up his ribs."
"So, Jimbo, is Schmera right that you were thinking about the rack?"
"Actually, Tom, she is. I came here tonight expecting to win and had the rack firmly in my mind-"
"You see, I yell you, I am right!"
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