C.: Unless I see myself…what is T doing in those rags?
He’s a meow-lloinnaire.
I know that the dress for my coming home party was casual, but…why is he excusing himself to go work as a mouser for a homely, lonely widow?
It appears that my third husband, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken, the holder of five championship belts in heavy weight cat fighting is broke. I wonder if I’m the cause of this because of my bad spending habits, or because I violated some kind of universal law about time travel? Well, it doesn’t matter why, I need to fix this. I’m in a time machine, so I’ll go back in time and invest his money wisely. I still have some cash left that I won from Triple T betting on football after I went back in time, so I’ll invest that money in wise investments.
1968
Okay, I invested a lot of money in the company that perfected the disposable diaper by adding extra absorbent material and competent fastener for them. Now I must go forward to 1980.
Okay, I’ve invested the rest of the money I had in the computer company that rules the world in the twenty-first century. Now, I’ll set my time machine to deliver me to the twenty-first century. What could go wrong?
d.: Do y’all get the feeling that, since Cal.E. said that, something terrible is about to happen? Tune in tomorrow and find out, right here on Cal.E.’s Korner.
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