....I'd plan on being in here at 9:00am PDT tomorrow morning.

 

Do I have to attend as well?

Just remember which forum to put it in...

 

I'm allergic to Peanut butter. i dont like skippy. or jiffy.

 

"Andi's Wife: "WHAT THE #$^%* IS GOING ON DOWN HERE!?!" (pin drop silence)
Andi's Wife: "You knuckleheads knock this off right now! You'll NEVER be invited to this house again!"

With that she spins and heads back up the stairs. The festive mood in the room is now completely dead (women, especially wives, have a way of doing that). For some reason, Jambo takes it upon himself to start defending Eben, and begins blaming the whole affair on Andi. Holding his day-planner, he begins waving and pointing it right in Andi's face.

Jambo (screaming at Andi): "You @$$^#@!! This is all your fault! If you wouldn't have started that flame war with Russell about drag racing as Maxus - none of this would have happened! Eben could be seriously hurt!"
Andi: "But I…"
Jambo (cutting him off): "SHUT UP! I hope that Eben sues you for everything you own! Look at that poor sap over there."

Jambo points at the still startled Eben, seated on the floor. His skin has begun to turn bright pink from the second degree burns.

Jambo: "I hope he does sue you. I took some law classes you know. When you invite somebody over to your house, you're supposed to take reasonable precautions to…."

Andi has had enough. Wearing Durango cowboy boots, he lifts his knee into the air and drives the heel of his boot down into Jambo's toes - HARD. Jambo lets out a terrific roar.

Jambo: "OOOOWWWWW!!!!"

While Jambo's mouth is open wide screaming, Andi grabs his day planner and shoves it into his gaping maw. He crams so far down his throat that only the bottom of the zipper is showing. A second time the room ERUPTS into riotous laughter. Even the singed Eben is wailing in laughter. Guys are laughing so hard that the house is literally shaking.

This time Loren can't take it. The sight of Jambo standing there with a leather day planner sticking out of his trap is more than he can stand. Loren falls off of the counter top he's perched on and is busting a gut on the cold linoleum. His boy Hector attempts to help him up, but is laughing so hard himself that he falls in a heap on top of his friend.

Wizeguy, being the wizeguy that he is, manages to get to his feet to deliver a zinger.

Wizeguy (choking back tears of laughter): "Hey Jambo,… on behalf of all the guys here, I'd just like to say that…..YOU'RE HIRED!" HAAAAA!!! "


....three days later....


Wallace: “Hmmm. Ok, let’s talk about your injuries first, we can go over the specifics of the liable parties later. (Looking at Jambo) Let’s start with you.”

With that Jambo starts speaking. His lips are moving, however his voice is so low that the words coming out of his mouth cannot be heard. He’s BARELY whispering. After a couple of seconds, the lawyer rudely interrupts him.

Wallace: “Speak up man! What are you, a low-talker? I can’t hear a word you’re saying!”

Jambo gets a determined look on his face and starts his story again from the top. Same result. Tom Wallace is now getting agitated.

Wallace: “I SAID SPEAK UP!”

Froman jumps in: “He can’t. That’s the problem, he’s sustained a contusion to his larynx and can’t speak any louder than what you hear now.”
Wallace: “What! You mean that’s it? He can’t even talk?”
(Jambo is nodding his head furiously)
Wallace: “How’d this happen?!”
Froman: “He had a day planner rammed down his throat.”
Wallace (nearly gagging on his sip of tea): “WHAT!!?!?!?!” A day planner!?”
Froman: “That’s right. Andi, the host of the party, did it. That’s why we’ve named him as a defendant.”
Wallace: “I should think so.

 

Booker's antics should come to life in the claymation wrestling bouts on TV.

 

Damnit! Got an exam tomorrow... is it okay if I show up at 2pm?