Looks like Sonja's dad is ready for his move back to the endless evil of Sliverville. He has renewed his car insurance at the cheaper rural Steepleton rate and he bought a small hand gun from the parking lot of the local 7-11. I told him, "Don't forget to turn down your hearing aid before you pull the trigger."
He said, "What?"
In the parking lot of his apartment I counted fourteen empty beer bottles as we hurriedly left to catch Canadian Idol on our tv. If Sonja ever gets tired of me and changes the locks at our place I know where I will fit in like a Beckham free kick into the corner of the goal.
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