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Wednesday, March 29, 2006 05:44:25 AM
Episode Five: Walking The Dog
Alan: (to himself) Alas, I derive no greater satisfaction than leaving behind the burdens of my travail as federal reserve chairman and taking a salubrious promenade with my trusted and devoted companion, Spot.
Man: Hey buddy, your dog just went all over my front lawn. Who's gonna clean it up?
Alan: It would appear that upon conditional inspection the prognosis that you have endeavored to extrapolate does lend itself to a convincing degree of indisputable veracity.
Man: Yeah, but it's still there on my lawn, pal.
Alan: All prior commitments to reign in sporadic scatological activities emitted from my canine have proved ineffective in precluding the indiscriminate sort of output as has just recently transpired.
Man: Look, buster, are you gonna scoop it up or not!?!
Alan: At this point I would desire to refrain from stating a rejoinder that would inappropriately be construed as attributing a level of certitude to my
imminent gambits in this domain.
