9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 15, 2008
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Transcript:
Edda: I quest after succor. Thorax: What flavor? Edda: I used to think I could handle my relationships, but as time passes, they put me more and more into a quandary. Thorax: Generally, when life's entanglements begin to bind and chafe, I resort to the mystical training I received oh so many years ago on the high tibetan plain. Invoking the thaumaturgy of my master in the eldritch arts, I cloud men's minds with platitudes in the subjunctive. And escape into high office. Thorax: That, or if dispute seems imminent, I spurt ink and vanish in the ablative. Edda: hold on!...that's just about the stupidest.... Gran: Okay, toots, who's been disputing things with thorax? Edda: Ew.
