(xx) Sade and Ruthie Come Out Even

I believe my boy, there are some phases of good sportsmanship which have eluded you in the first place. Hi, Mom. Oh, here's Mom home. Where? Green Ink City. Green Ink. Mom, Mom. Everybody a new brother here, huh?

Tom. We were never sure. Nothing. Oh, it's undergove. A joke is a joke. I don't rub it into you every time I win a game. I appreciate you figuring you're having plenty of fun at my expense, but you're just slowing us up.

What you saying? Hey, Rummy, is that you boy? After a fashion, only my partner here figures these are pretty comical ginkins. Keeps driving the same old joke in the ground. Well, push your Rummy off to one side a second.

Vic, you'll scream like a pancer. Oh, wait a sec. You'll throw your shoes over the people's bank, Belden. When I send my undershirt to Detroit, Michigan parsley pulled me. Oh, you certainly will, because this is the bullet that's built at Billy Patterson.

Guess what? Your friends have all clapped together and voted old Vic Book the head's the most man that ever come down the pike. Will I nuke for a long time? I'll just go to the bank.

Who's he and me come out even? Huh? Who's he and me? We come out even in our money. Oh? We come out even right to the penny. Oh. Chopped all afternoon, bought a thousand, one item, went through one transaction after another, and ended up each with exactly what we're supposed to have.

Well, that's fine, Mom. It's glorious. And there wasn't even any trick to it. Where we've been making our mistake in the past, we both agreed on this, was in making too much of a to-do about our spondule-like person just left it right, middle work itself out automatic.