Desperate Times
*Phone rings, goes to voicemail.*
"Na na na na na na na na fishing. Na na na na na na na
na fishing. Fish-ing! Fish-ing! Fish-ing! Hi, you've reached Lee F--"
"Na na na na na na na na fishing. Na na na na na na na
na fishing. Fish-ing! Fish-ing! Fish-ing! Hi, you've reached Lee F--"
*Opens office window, dives head first into adjoining tube slide, lands in ball pit.*
*25 minutes later*
"I got this thing where all of my good players are hurt and I have a bit of a cold
and I just was thinking we could skip our game this weekend."
and I just was thinking we could skip our game this weekend."
*Line goes dead.*
"So maybe that was a long shot."
*Wings football at TV, football flies over TV, crashes through window.
Car alarm sounds, woman screams.*
Car alarm sounds, woman screams.*
"Oh man it's on every channel!"
*Phone rings.*
"About how I am to go downtown against Boston College all afternoon? Bomb the shit out of them like I did last year? God we have fun, don't we, coach?"