The party’s over.
Welcome. We only have this park for a few hours so hurry up and pour yourself a scotch.
The party’s over.
Umm… We specifically didn’t hire a fire dancer for the picnic because the fire marshall warned us of an elevated chance of brush-fires today.
If you brought the fire dancer, will you kindly ask him to leave, or put out his fire-dancing balls?
It would appear that my return to the world of advertising has not gone unnoticed. You see, the good people at HBO (or is it NBC? I’m not sure. Anyway, I digress…) have taken it upon themselves to make a documentary about my life and advertising career.
(I suspect it is something of an attempt to set the record straight after my scandalous omission from that diabolical piece of celluloid Art & Copy).
Anyway, I have been informed that the documentary will feature a wide array of archive material as well as countless interviews with eminent advertising luminaries from my past, present and future. It is set to be a star studded affair.
As production of the film progresses, I will of course keep you all well informed.
Exciting news, I’m sure you’ll agree.
Sorry, I’m out of here. I don’t hang with gliders.
Just don’t drink the scotch in the kiddy pool.
Am I too late?
How long has Cornelius been watching the party from behind the tree?
When do we get to whack Pablo the Pinata?
But he did cause a HUGE stink in my hometown. Came to Colbert County in Alabama and tried to get the town leaders to change the pronunciation to Col-bear (from Call-bert). Also was a SCANDAL at Ivy Green, home of Helen Keller. I, of course, thought it all highly amusing. Tried to get the county of my birth across the river to change ITS name from Laderdale to Neilandale some years before…so I relate completely… My flask is almost empty to I’m about to head OUT! This Southerner can’t be in a park without a Mint Julep. Period. But great picnic, Mr. Trunchpole? Could one of those cute Scots see me to my home?
That’s one more hour of picnicking. Therefore; I will gladly pour another scotch into this flower vase.
yummm…gurgle gurgle gurgle
I didn’t know he was coming. Awesome!
So many dang Brits here, thought I’d remind y’all who WON that particular war. Also, didn’t think I’d really get the chance to wear ‘em again ‘til next July 4. One of the other guests just threw a beer bottle at my head (Guinness, it seems) so guess the slacks aren’t the hit I THOUGHT they’d be.
It was a glorious affair! I regret I shan’t be able to remain long enough for the hazings. Regards to all!! Huzzah!
Quick, Someone run to the liquor store. It appears this hound has licked the kiddy pool clean.
