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Pokey old Clancy needs to drink more coffee.
Meanwhile, back at home, Mom is in bad shape: she looks like she’s wearing a bandage around her head, she’s got spots, and her lipstick was applied by holding up a picture of Courtney Love and pretending it was a mirror. Naturally a friend suggests Postum, and we note that Mr. Coffee Nerves gives up immediately the moment the substance is mentioned. Quitter. One of these days his boss will ask why he doesn’t go into the kitchen and put salt in the Postum. For heaven’s sake, people are just dying for a reason not to drink the crap.
All is well in the end. Tom is loved once again, and can get back to work on his getaway vehicle. The cops will never catch me on this thing! I got it rigged with a bag of ketchup with white Chiclets that look like teeth so I can fall down and cry and they’ll think I’m hurt and they won’t arrest me. Suckers.
"Everything’s so much nicer since we started drinking Postum." What’s in the stuff? Laudanum? |
