2011-06-23 / General Stories
Doc was sitting on the stump as though it were a throne. “I hereby call to order the meeting of the Lewis Creek Piscatorial Appreciation and Apprehension Society,” he said. “Mr. Secretary, what did we do at our last meeting?” Without blinking, Dud said, “Nothing. We didn’t have one.”
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