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Jello
Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.
∼ Charlie McCarthy
Around the campfire, talk trails off. After several minutes, a recumbent Paul Peter addresses the nearly asleep Despina as she reclines in a "nest" of loosened crust she and Alberto have created by repeatedly poking through the rind with the broken ends of a hiking stick. Paul Peter’s voice booms out loudly enough for all to hear and enjoy.
"If you're short on cash, you could always charge admission to your 'floor' show. You've built up enough reputation to be quite a draw."
"Stuff a rag in it, PP," Despina replies drowsily.
Sitting up, Paul Peter opens a new cigarette pack. "I think I could interest Tex in a return bout ∼ best two out of three falls."
Despina’s eyes are closed, her voice languorous. "Feeling a tad bored, are we? I'm not in the mood for this, PP. Back off."
The glowing tip of Paul Peter’s cigarette stabs the air repeatedly. "Let's face facts, here. You're a better show than most stand-up comedians."
Snoring sounds emanate from Despina.
"Most folks get lethargic for the first two weeks or so they're out here, but I have to admit, heat makes you positively lively." Paul Peter blows a ring of smoke into the air.
Despina’s eyes stay closed. "Ever tried to nail jello to a tree, PP? Stow it, or I may substitute that wagging tongue of yours for the jello."
Jumping up, Paul Peter begins to pace. "Jello! Super idea! I could be your manager. We could bill you as 'School Marm', decorously teaching her charges during the day, but a tough contender on the mud wrestling circuit by night."
Despina gives a huge, noisy yawn. "The night air seems to have addled your brain."
"Friday Night Special is the 'lime jello slime' bout. You could come out in a floor length 1800's style dress, in lieu of a dressing gown,” he pantomimes throwing off a cloak as he talks, “then throw it off and there you'd be, all decked out in a string bikini with 'Conan, the Barbarian' maiden-style pointy cups."
Despina crosses her arms across her chest. "Not!"
Paul Peter stopped in front of her, eying her belligerently. "Why not?"
"They don't make 'pointy cups' in my size."
"That's part of what would make it so interesting,” smirks Paul Peter. “Where's your spirit of adventure?
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Music: "Lime Jello, Marshmallow, Cottage Cheese Surprise" sung by Joan Morris, with William Balkan at the piano. If you haven't heard it, you're missing a true cultural classic!
Last updated 1/3/16 Standardized top links; 12/29/15 switched links; 12/17/15 changed date posted in title; 12/11/15 added second space after end punctuation; changed -- to ∼ to match Travelsfar; 1/9/10 added tells. Removed Some Assembly Required -- moved story before those events happened. 12/12/09 added Some Assembly Required; 12/9/08 - Changed His voice booms to Paul Peter’s voice booms; 1/3/06 - changed tails off to trails off. (1/2/06 - first paragraph, otherwise 11/23/04.)
Word Count: 405
Reading Level: 5.1
Monday, November 19th, 2001 7:34 pm (pandemo)
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