The Governor just sneezed. Runny mucus sprayed everywhere. It's dripping down his lips. He's waving his hands around wildly, as if he's afraid to touch anything. "Mom! Tissue!"
"Well, Bud, there's a box on the table right next to you."
He found the tissues and from behind the Kleenex I hear, "Why did you just call me Butt?"
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Okay. I guess you had to be here.
Posted by Cathy at May 17, 2006 08:37 AM