…please contact the management?
It was found in our driveway. I know no one who likes the Carpenters. So one of two options exist:
A) Someone I know well enough to pull into my driveway and stop is a secret admirer of the dulcet tones of Richard and Karen. Enough to label the CD twice.
B) It was planted by one of my many enemies to inflict upon me an aural punishment the likes of which are usually only reserved for the truly evil. I suppose they were all out of Air Supply.
I have said CD under lock and key.
Not it. NOT MY HANDWRITING.
Curses! My agent was supposed to get it inside and into a CD player! You can’t hire good help anymore.
I was going to make a joke regarding going on a diet and decided against it.
I have an alibi! Really, I do! You can’t prove anything! Nobody saw me!
Silbs, you’re one sick puppy. 🙂