A Sunday drive that goes to Hell... quite literally.      “Food?  But I thought...  Well, Tam told me that inviting people over for ‘spaghetti’ was a euphemism for planning an orgy.”      Ron tried hard to keep a straight (as it were) face, snickered a couple times, then burst out laughing.      “Ah only meant pasta with tomato sauce.  ’Though ‘spaghetti’ with tomato sauce could be fun, now that y’mention it.”      Ron handed me a couple CD’s.      “What should Ah play?” he asked.  “Disco or classical?”      I tossed back the classical one, and adopted my best stereotypical Mexican accent.      “Yo quiero Pachabel.”      We turned on the radio.      “Hi, Dr. Flora.  I’m my child’s mother.”      “Good for you,” said the radio psychologist.  “What can I help you with?”      “Well... my husband and I, we’re into kinky sex.  We’ve been thinking about opening up our relationship, inviting in another man.  But I want to know if we should ask him to join us at church, and to take our kids to school in the mornings?”      There was a sudden high-pitched whine and a muffled explosion, and then an announcement came on about technical difficulties.      “Ah think Dr. Flora’s head just blew up,” said Ron.      As we drove down Highway 101, I noticed the exit sign for the city of San Bruno.      “Bruno?” I said.  “There’s not really a Saint Bruno, is there?”      “Apparently so,” Ron said.  “Ah think he’s the patron saint of gay porn.”   Click here to return to the main Signature Quotes page Click here to return to the main Missing Lynx page
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