Lawyer v. Lion Tamer
“First time I’ve represented a lion tamer,” Dal Peccataglio said, “but I think we can make a good case for temporary insanity.”
“Temporary –” Louie roared, “I tame lions for a living; you think a sane person would do this?”
“You’re hurting your own case, Louis, we’re gonna call you Louis from now on by the way, cut the Lou-eee shit. The love of your life has a beard and you’re not even gay, I think we can agree that’s insane.”
“You’ve got a beard, and I can’t stand you, plus you’ve been driving me insane the past half-hour.” The last thing Louie remembered before the cops busted in: I can go alone or I can do the world a favor and take this circus clown with me.
What the L, a double-dose of today’s letter. Sorry, Dena, couldn’t kill you so had to bring in a stand-in with your initials.
The six-sentence story was inspired by Hemingway who penned a six-word story (For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.). Today’s episode was brought to you by Lay’s Potato Chips, betcha can’t eat just one. And by Lucky Charms, they’re magically delicious. And by Lucky Strikes, you’d be Mad, Man to stop smoking. Thanks for stopping by. Come on back tomorrow for M. Might be time to kill Myself again!