New Year Puns (#29)
** New years resolution for the bankrupt gardener was to forget the past and rely on the fuchsia. (obscure pun!)
** The satellite went into orbit on January 1st causing a new years revolution.
** Drinking too much is an ale-ment
And next year’s words await another voice.”
― T.S. Eliot,
Whispering ‘it will be happier’…”
― Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hope kindle and rebound you.
May your Hurts turn to Healing;
Your Heart embrace Feeling.
May Wounds become Wisdom;
Every Kindness a Prism.
May Laughter infect you;
Your Passion resurrect you.
May Goodness inspire
your Deepest Desires.
Through all that you Reach For,
May your arms Never Tire.”
― D. Simone
― Brad Paisley
New Year Puns (#29)
Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #261
…I can hardly do business in Tallahassee without dealing with the Wilsons, they own a lot of property you know…
“Did you make sure that the Leon County Clerk misplaced the tax records on that land in Sherwood Park?” asks Charles Wilson of Franklin McLoud, the now husband to Laura Campbell. It should be noted that she did sleep with him, as a means to marriage, but she did not have to. She has given him access to the Campbell real estate, the 8 score parcels of them. He is using his agency to “take care” of all that property for the family.
“That is perfect land to build a golf course on, Frankie. Golf is going boom after the war.”
“Don’t call me Frankie and you have to be the only person who is already looking past the war.”
“O.K., Franklin. Looky, here, old Jack Gaither will pay for half the construction cost if we name the course after him. Just make sure that nigger doctor-in-law of yours doesn’t find out about this until after it’s built.”
“Fine, but we best be careful about how we meet.” Guilt is written all over his heart.
The door to Franklin McLoud’s swings open without warning. “Franklin McLoud, you promised to… oh, excuse me.”
“That’s okay, dear. Mr. Wilson was just leaving,” he lies. “For the last time, I won’t that deal for you. I don’t care how much commission you offer.”
“Have it your way. Good day, Mrs. McLoud.” Wilson leaves the room with a wry smile on his thieving face.
“I can hardly do business in Tallahassee without dealing with them. They own a lot of property, you know?”
“But it’s Christmas Eve, Franklin; everyone’s at the house, Alpha and Vaughn, Zillah and Bill, they are asking for you.”
“Let’s go then.”
She will leave out the part about whom she saw with her husband.
Alpha Omega M.D.