Thursday, September 3, 2009

The Clarence Chronicles (Tweets)

Boys shouldn't play with dolls. My Uncle Clarence did and got shot.

That's actually true about Clarence, but it's been 60-some years. It pays to die under notorious circumstances. We talk about you forever.

And I didn't even know the guy ... since the jealous husband offed him before I was born.

That'd be Grandma's brother. Her generation kept it hushed up. But mine says, "Tell us the details of Clarence's killing again, please."

How bad would that be, caught in flagrante delicto with some juicy peach, then glance up and perhaps see the blaze of a gun at five feet?

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