Duther day, my Uncle Joe when to watch the Bawlmer Oryuls play the Philly Iggles but it rained so the growen crew pulled a tarpoleleon over the field. So Joe hooked up wit some frens and they cided to go for some urshters and Natty Boh afore hitting the payment ta home. On the way Joe saw smoke that was not commin from a chimbly! He quickly dolled 911 then waited to watch the farmin squirt warder on the far till it frizzled out. He got home late so he tole his wife a lie bout one of his frens gettin sick in the stomach so bad he had to go to the hosbiddle and of course he rode along in the ambalam. She didn't buy it so she woodent led him have any of the lemon moran pie she had in the frigidator. He prolly didn't stan a chance lyin on her since she was a high school gradgeate while he barely made it through kidneygarden. He neva shulda made up so complected a story. So the nex day, he cided to make up for not bein have. Wen he gots home from wurk, she said "Howya doin’, hon?J’eet yet? And he said "Dinner souns good but firs i wanna be helpin you wit sum chores. While she arned his clothes, he put them in the beero. And after supper, he went to the zinc, turned on the spicket and wrenched the dishes. That night, sitting on the stoop, she thanked him and gave him a peck and he said "shucks ma, it was nothink". But secretly he knew he'd ex-caped what coulda been a bad sperience.