David at Home

Your Coca-Cola bottle over presents Claudia based on the famous play and novels by Rose Franken Brought to you transcribed Monday through Friday by your friendly neighbor who bottles Coca-Cola Relax, and while you're listening repress yourself have a Coke And now Claudia You must be shit great Danes always said they like it.

I don't like it therefore I shall continue to vacuum the road. Come on Claudia you're in my way. Go on and enjoy this nice morning with David. Doing what? Doing what? Take and walk in the garden.

Huh. Take a walk in the garden. What do you mean doing what? You seem to forget that my husband is staying at home in order to facilitate the completion of the plans for the Chicago freight terminal.

Any interruption of said concentration is unwelcome and inexcusable and not to be tolerated. That goes for every type of noise, such as vacuum cleaners, washing machines, singing and live-stock, tramping through the house, also questions of any and all descriptions. I've just been fired out of this room.

Oh, mine's such a tragedy. It certainly sounds as if you knew it by heart. I've heard it often enough. In fact, it was the last thing he told me before we went to sleep last night. And the first thing he said when we woke up. Sounds like a very thrilling and romantic marriage. I like a fool who is looking forward to his working up here.

Mom, I tell you the strain is going to be terrible. We might just as well have a genius in the home. What of the genius like for lunch? He said he wouldn't stop for lunch, not to bother. Just to hand him in some cool water and a crust of bread or something.