My father in law calls his 44 acre stocked lake a pond. I define a pond as a small dirty body of water that are usually dug for horses. I forgot that he called it “the Pond”. So when he opened it ( he’s said, The Lake is my happy place”) I got so worried that he thought I was pushing the definition of his pond. His sister pulled a 18# big mouth Bass out of his pond a couple of weeks ago.
“Why do you have an Australian accent?” “Do you carry a brief case?” asked us.
“I had to get this job, do you know how much I make a year???” asked the Gecko. “Did you see that stretch limo dive by about on hour ago?” He asked. “Yes” Said we. “Thats my car, its parked around the corner”
“There is one house between us & the corner, did you visit with our neighbors?” asked we.
“They were not at home” Said he
“Why did it take you an hour to get here then?” Asked we.
“Bloody Hell, I was hoping you wouldn’t ask that question, It takes a good 10 minutes to get out of the car, & 20 minutes to walk here” answered he. “we don’t need to check our rates today, its fathers day”
“I didn’t get a sale because I dropped the accent thing, right?” asked he.
“yes” Said we.
“oh, poo”whined he.
So we gave him a big piece of watermelon & he was as happy as a poor sales man can be.
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