Not to mention, every time Ted hears a plane overhead he flashes back to the FlyKittyFly incident. And he keeps thinking that Reggie is peeking round the corner at him, but when he looks, nothing. And now Scooter has gone missing. But never mind it’s off to Essex’s Sausage Hut.
Ted had recently moved to Ballard Street on the recomendation from his psychiatrist (THE renowned Dr. Rutledge Q. Thistlewhite as seen on Ophra) back in Toledo…. where he had completed his third series of transcranial magnetic stimulation treatments… in hopes that he could start life anew. His daily twinges of terror had once gotten to the point that even his simple daily activities could not be performed without sudden onsets of cold sweats, shaking, and occassional outburst of screams not unlike a little 6 year old girl with a frog dropped down her shirt… sheer terror!!! But that was all behind him now, thanks to Dr. Thistlewhite… A change of scenery and environment would do him good… And as luck would have it, a recent happenstance reunion with his old highschool flame and local Ballard Street self made Entrepreneur, Mona Warner… she had recommended that he take a look at a recent vacancy in a quaint 2 bedroom rachette with the front porch in the middle of the block, the room listed on the market just last week! Yes, the maple tree in the front yard would provide ample shade in the late afternoon when he could relax on that porch, sipping his adult beverage of choice (cosmopolitan with a sugared rim). It was also nice to see that Mona had forgotten and forgiven him for his silly prank on the evening of their Senior Prom, and she harbored no ill feelings towards him in the least. After all, he did pay for the wig she had to wear after he had accidently set her lacquered beehive bouffont on fire while he attempted to demonstrate his juggling prowess with the flaming batons of death, a chainsaw and the 12th century medievil mace (reproduction of course). Her hair had grown back nicely, although it seems she still had that quirky twitch on her upper lip. Nonetheless, she enthusiastically recommended the available room for let in this quaint and freshly repainted home as a chance to start life anew… yes, the front porch will do nicely. Why, theres even a row of box elders planted right under the railing, with a blanket of blue petunias and assorted marigolds beneath… He did notice that one on the box elders appeared to be broken, if not crushed by a heavy object. But his new landlady, a very nice older woman by the name of Sandy assured him that they would grow back rather quickly, and that they had been damaged when the previous boarder by the name of “Neal” had accidently fallen over the railing, fracturing three vertabra and tragically succomming to internal injuries suffered from blunt trauma not at all unlike being impaled by a broom handle several times in the abdomen… he thought that seemed rather strange, but she was very nice and he attributed he bulging-eyed story to her apparent minor case of senility… yes, she made him very comfortable and welcome, especially when she cooked up a wonderful breakfast featuring some delicious local made sausage from just up the street… Yep… life is gonna be good here on Ballard Street… with the frequent twinges of terror becoming a thing of the past for sure…!!!! Now, where did Sandy say that Hardware Emporium was located…?? He just “might” take up his old hobby of juggling again… He’s sure they would stock chainsaws and probably even lighter fluid… (to be continued…)
As the unresolved issues become complicated moments, and strange stuff bubbles to the surface, our hero Ted, is wondering if he is having a bad hair day. As the annals of recorded time plainly demonstrate, no one gets out alive. Our unique life history is headed for that T-bone intersection in the sky…Ted seems puzzled, should he stop for gas or leave it in cruise control, is his blinker on or is that ticking something else.
You can check out this week’s puzzle @cleoandcompany.net
Hope everyone is having a better morning than me. I’ve been dropping everything I touch this morning. I even abused my coffee all over the counter and floor.
margueritem almost 13 years ago
I think his terror twinges keep his life from ennui.
DuHhozr almost 13 years ago
I believe Ted gets his pants from the same company Gunther gets his shirts! All twinges are not terrorble
x_Tech almost 13 years ago
Not to mention, every time Ted hears a plane overhead he flashes back to the FlyKittyFly incident. And he keeps thinking that Reggie is peeking round the corner at him, but when he looks, nothing. And now Scooter has gone missing. But never mind it’s off to Essex’s Sausage Hut.
It is Monday after all.
x_Tech almost 13 years ago
Morning Essex.A reply had occurred to me but discretion won out.
x_Tech almost 13 years ago
But if you can face the Sausage Hut’s Junior Breakfast, you can face anything.
Superfrog almost 13 years ago
I think Ted’s put his pants on backwards again.
Plods with ...™ almost 13 years ago
Might help if he didn’t look quite so much like his wife
Dr Sheriff MB esq PhD DML almost 13 years ago
Ted had recently moved to Ballard Street on the recomendation from his psychiatrist (THE renowned Dr. Rutledge Q. Thistlewhite as seen on Ophra) back in Toledo…. where he had completed his third series of transcranial magnetic stimulation treatments… in hopes that he could start life anew. His daily twinges of terror had once gotten to the point that even his simple daily activities could not be performed without sudden onsets of cold sweats, shaking, and occassional outburst of screams not unlike a little 6 year old girl with a frog dropped down her shirt… sheer terror!!! But that was all behind him now, thanks to Dr. Thistlewhite… A change of scenery and environment would do him good… And as luck would have it, a recent happenstance reunion with his old highschool flame and local Ballard Street self made Entrepreneur, Mona Warner… she had recommended that he take a look at a recent vacancy in a quaint 2 bedroom rachette with the front porch in the middle of the block, the room listed on the market just last week! Yes, the maple tree in the front yard would provide ample shade in the late afternoon when he could relax on that porch, sipping his adult beverage of choice (cosmopolitan with a sugared rim). It was also nice to see that Mona had forgotten and forgiven him for his silly prank on the evening of their Senior Prom, and she harbored no ill feelings towards him in the least. After all, he did pay for the wig she had to wear after he had accidently set her lacquered beehive bouffont on fire while he attempted to demonstrate his juggling prowess with the flaming batons of death, a chainsaw and the 12th century medievil mace (reproduction of course). Her hair had grown back nicely, although it seems she still had that quirky twitch on her upper lip. Nonetheless, she enthusiastically recommended the available room for let in this quaint and freshly repainted home as a chance to start life anew… yes, the front porch will do nicely. Why, theres even a row of box elders planted right under the railing, with a blanket of blue petunias and assorted marigolds beneath… He did notice that one on the box elders appeared to be broken, if not crushed by a heavy object. But his new landlady, a very nice older woman by the name of Sandy assured him that they would grow back rather quickly, and that they had been damaged when the previous boarder by the name of “Neal” had accidently fallen over the railing, fracturing three vertabra and tragically succomming to internal injuries suffered from blunt trauma not at all unlike being impaled by a broom handle several times in the abdomen… he thought that seemed rather strange, but she was very nice and he attributed he bulging-eyed story to her apparent minor case of senility… yes, she made him very comfortable and welcome, especially when she cooked up a wonderful breakfast featuring some delicious local made sausage from just up the street… Yep… life is gonna be good here on Ballard Street… with the frequent twinges of terror becoming a thing of the past for sure…!!!! Now, where did Sandy say that Hardware Emporium was located…?? He just “might” take up his old hobby of juggling again… He’s sure they would stock chainsaws and probably even lighter fluid… (to be continued…)
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member almost 13 years ago
wow. i have to many comics in my cue to stop yet. ill be back later…
Dr Sheriff MB esq PhD DML almost 13 years ago
Sorry, been holding back since last Thurday…
Dr Sheriff MB esq PhD DML almost 13 years ago
My applogies… I will attempt
Dr Sheriff MB esq PhD DML almost 13 years ago
to…
Dr Sheriff MB esq PhD DML almost 13 years ago
keep it….
Dr Sheriff MB esq PhD DML almost 13 years ago
short… ;(I)
Lefty2 almost 13 years ago
As the unresolved issues become complicated moments, and strange stuff bubbles to the surface, our hero Ted, is wondering if he is having a bad hair day. As the annals of recorded time plainly demonstrate, no one gets out alive. Our unique life history is headed for that T-bone intersection in the sky…Ted seems puzzled, should he stop for gas or leave it in cruise control, is his blinker on or is that ticking something else.
Dr Sheriff MB esq PhD DML almost 13 years ago
Ahh, but Lefty IS the KING!!!! (I bow)
Tigressy almost 3 years ago
And it isn’t even Monday…
https://cleoandcompany.net/march-11-2022/
…but the commercial is great!
Plods with ...™ almost 3 years ago
Ted needs to get out more.
TGIF Cleo phans!
Y’all have a great day (((((HuGz!)))))
Dry and Dusty Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Good morning Balladeers, (((((Plods))))) and Miss Susan.
Liverlips McCracken Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Sure, Ted. And retail would be a great business if it wasn’t for all those customers.
Tigressy almost 3 years ago
Prepare to be puzzled!
https://cleoandcompany.net/march-12-2022/
Plods with ...™ almost 3 years ago
Good Saturday morning Cleo puzzlers.
You can check out this week’s puzzle @cleoandcompany.net
Hope everyone is having a better morning than me. I’ve been dropping everything I touch this morning. I even abused my coffee all over the counter and floor.
Think I’ll go back to bed.
(((((HuGz!)))))
Dry and Dusty Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Good morning Balladeers, (((((Plods))))) and Miss Susan.