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The time-line

Geo. Raymond44 Comments

6 a.m.

House-mate awakens

feeling violently ill.

***

6:15 a.m.

Woken by his cries,

I immediately

fall back to sleep.

***

6:30 a.m.

Woken, again, by

his cries, I rush

to the kitchen,

and fix myself

a heaping burlap

satchel of waffles.

***

06:45 a.m.

I call the doctor.

***

07:30 a.m.

Doctor arrives,

rushes to

the kitchen,

and

fixes himself a

heaping burlap

satchel of waffles.

***

08:30 a.m.

Doctor goes to House-mate’s room.

Sends in a canary.

***

11:59 a.m.

Canary returns

with a renewed

sense of pride,

an olive branch,

and a

heaping burlap

satchel of waffles.

***

12:01 p.m.

Doctor administers medicine

***

12:02 p.m.

House-mate feels better

***

12:03 p.m.

House-mate dies.

***

12:30 p.m.

Doctor composes the Magic Flute

***

12:45 p.m.

Austrian Deluxe singer Falco records ‘Rock Me Amadeus’.

***

1:00 p.m.

George runs out of ideas for time-line bit.

***

1:03 p.m

George begins working on next bit.

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finis

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44 thoughts on “The time-line”

  8. (1) I once ate an awful waffle. It didn’t have that burlap satchel aroma that I always crave.
    (2) So where is the canary now? Somewhere in the islands?
    (3) The hand that rocks the cradle belongs to Amadeus? I prefer Rebecca De Mornay.
    (4) True story: When my aunt became pregnant years ago, I suggested she name the boy Wolfgang. My aunt’s married name is Green.
    (5) I suggest you go back in time and correct this whole house-mate situation. Do you wish to borrow my DeLorean? I just overhauled the flux capacitor, so it’s ready to go.

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