Cousin Jeff and the Pigs

Your neighborhood chevron gas station invites you to... ...let George do it! Brought to you by the makers of climate-tailored chevron supreme gasoline and RPM compounded motor oil. When George Valentine got out of the army, he had an idea and just enough money to set up a small office and put an ad in the paper,

offering his services as a dog walker, a crime solver, a wife spanker, or whatever a client wants done. So far he's met with fair success. He's had plenty of clients, but not all of them paid off.

That hasn't discouraged George. He's an optimist. Right now he's striding up to the side door of his office, the door that lets him into his private office without going through his waiting room. Hi, good morning, Sonny.

Sonny. Claire. Hey, where is everybody? Everybody. Oh, it's more. Valentine, we were in the waiting room. We've been kind of busy. I've been taking him up and down the elevator. He never rode in one before.

And now Claire's pointing out the tall building. Look, look, wait a minute, Sonny. Slow down with you. What are you talking about? You're a new client. Oh, have I got a new client? Yes, sir.

And this is his first visit to the city. Oh, great. Where's he from? Three oaks. Three oaks. Say that sound familiar. Oh, I bet you'll like him, Mr. Valentine. He's very nice. Three oaks. Oh, I know.

My mother had some cousins living in three years. in three old his name is Jeff Williams Jeff William cousin Jeff hey is he your cousin yeah that's right haven't seen him in 25 years he's probably married and has a dozen kids is he really your cousin Mr. Valentine like he isn't a bit like