Today I received a missive from Master Zach that read:
“You are hereby requested and required to replace Arch nemesis Crunchy’s jock strap with one made of tiger shark skin.”
Although I was unsure of how this plot would exact revenge, I did as I was told. I can only hope that the subtle difference between a tiger-stripe pattern and a tigersharkskin design will go undetected until the most inopportune moment, at which point Mssr. Crunchy will, as they say in the States, “lose his marbles”. I have it on good authority that Mssr. Crunchy doesn’t not attend to hockey matters in the summertime, so the efficacy of this plot will remain unseen for several fortnights.
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