9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for May 18, 2003
May 17, 2003
May 19, 2003
Transcript:
"Amos, I have a job for you before you go." "Okay, Bob." "You're late." "I had to wash the dishes." "Is there something wrong with your fingers." "They look like prudes." "Even for someone with a season pass to weird, that's the dippiest thing you've ever said." "What in Heaven's name do you mean by prudes?" "WACHOO!" "Wriggled plubs."
