BOB JOHNSON RIDES AGAIN! 261

261. MEANWHILE, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR

261. MEANWHILE, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR

Back in San Luis Obispo, Dirty Pierre has established his new home in the rafters of Bob Johnson’s basement, where he has covered the ceiling with fold-out magazine spreads (sorry) of popular local female meeses, such as Castration Annie, Arsenico Hall, Felicia Cumberpatch, and Toots Van Der Meere of the St. Louis Van Der Meeres (in case you were wondering.)

“Ooh-lah-lah!” Dirty Pierre shouts out drunkenly, saluting the bevy of bountiful meeses with a tall icy glass of Bob’s best liquor. (Ol’ Sourpuss Bourbon and/or Clam Chowder, obviously.) “Zeese are zee loveliest of zee ladies I have ever seen, Sacré bleu! It eese such a nice break from looking at zee Bob on his fold out army cot I cannot tell you! And now it is time to ask zee lovely Alexa device, ‘Alexa, my bountiful little digital princess, would you play us zee news s’il vous plait?”

To which Alexa eplied: “Sorry, I cannot reply right now. I seem to have run out of appropriate pronouns…” Sacré bleu!