Monty by Jim Meddick for October 05, 2014

Geez, Louise, Monty! How dense are you? Did you also skinny-dip in the skimmer scum?

I think I know where Monty’s keys are, but I don’t want to spoil it for the rest of you…

Heh. Something similar happened to me once. Fortunately, I lost my keys on the monkey bars at the school I was working at, not a wastewater treatment plant.

walked downtown?

Now we know why they build tall fences around those places.

My favorite pastime also.

My wife mailed hers to an eBay customer in Chicago…

He is channeling Billy from Family Circus.

They’re in the freezer, right? Right?

nah…. the keys couldn’t be there?…. could they?…… under the chair cushion?…. ::)))))))))its a lot less embarrassing since I started leaving the keys in the same place when I come home.

And so begins Monty’s foray into a career as a hazmat diver. You couldn’t pay me enough to scuba in clear water; I don’t know how or where they find the guys to do that job.

Come to think of it, this happened to me yesterday.

I couldn’t, for the life of me, find a piece of clothing I was looking for. I retraced my steps and did all I could to find it, but no luck.

Of course, turns out I was already wearing it. Story of my life.

God bless Jim Meddick; he is finally living proof that someone else shares my bizarre sense of humor.

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