(xx) Cleaning the Bookcase

Well sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here in the living room we find seed and young Russell. The former is just delivered a five minute speech and we're in time to hear the summing up.

Listen. So let's not argue. You're home from school early, your chums are busy with stuff to where you have many dates with anybody. Grizzlin outside and you can't go over in Tampansbake and lot and play.

So there's no reason on earth why we shouldn't get after this bookcase. After that long duration, I guess I haven't got much to say. Not a word. Uh-huh. I've already tossed a sofa pillow on the floor for somebody to sit on.

Whoever piles up the trash we don't want can sit on the floor while the other fellow stands up. Yeah, I'm familiar with the system. I'll give you your choice. Sit or stand, what you want.

I'm the gentleman and you're the lady, so I'll volunteer to stand and you can use the sofa. Well, that ain't fine. Well, let's not waste another second. Fifteen trillion dollars is the phone rings the minute I'm on the floor never seen it to fail I'll answer it if it rings and chat a quarter of an hour. I'm up to your tricks Dr.

Sleech that reminds me of a humerocenic dole oyster crafters cousin I'm by the first them other time open the bookcase door and let's start we'll work this like we always do hand me down trash from the top shelf who will decide what to be done with stuff and we can't afford to Donald well sir the first thing I see