Ward quickly duct taped Junes mouth shut, finding the depressing thoughts of this wild she animal too tough to tame. They had played this game before, June reached for her phone to refill Ward's vitamin "V" because she wanting some time to iron her spandex apron, and apply a coat while making sure her pearls stayed perfectly in place as Ward paced back and forth, blowing smoke from his top. All he wanted was to give June new pearls. (forgive me...nasty mind here) Ward thought, as he looked nervously at his pocket watch. Wally and Beav will be home. He wanted some June NOW.
We really, should go in the house, thought Ward. Neighbors can't be trusted and the tabloids want Cleaver dirty laundry.
I love to shoot Canadian geese from my back deck.
But this back deck looks pretty darn good also, hmmmm, the only problem is that I live in Paris, France. And France has gun laws, soooo, screw the darn tabloids, and screw the splinters. June gave Ward the look of someone dancing to "baby it hurts so good" John Mellencamp-Schmidtstein a local deck builder, who liked to sing while shaking the chains for his attention looking for her collar. And she obeyed, much to his and others scared faces.
Wally, home unexpectantly, exclaimed, "Golly Dad, did we get a