House of Slack
Hey, nice digs. Love the couch. I believe I am familiar with its pedigree. Mind if I sit? No, I can’t stay long. The shoes come off; the shoes go right back on. Just ask the argyles. I’m chilling now, but I can get busy in a hurry. I got the know how. I got the degree. I just got no place to be. This moment is a blank page in my day planner. Next moment could be different. The cell phone rings – just like that, maybe I’m moving on. Meantime, I would gladly partake of the contents in that snack bowl. Have you a beverage at the ready? Refrigeration is not absolutely necessary. It is, however, an appropriate luxury for first-world men such as ourselves. Hey, is that what I think it is? I haven't seen one of these since the 1980s. What are we talking here? Atari 2600? Sega Genesis? Of course, I am kidding. Your Playstation 3 is the pinnacle of gaming superiority. And it still has that new console smell. Sorry, though, I must pass the joystick. The wanton killing of intergalactic androids only serves to aggravate my carpel tunnel syndrome. Indeed, sir, it is as you declare: getting old bites. What say instead we sit back, click on the TV and see what's playing on the Discovery channel. I do believe those Mythbuster guys are sleuthing up some cool, scientifically verifiable entertainment. That would be channel 278 on satellite, 46 on cable. I see from the way your dog is pacing by the door that he wants to go outside. Isn't there someone else available to take him on his daily rounds? Someone less busy than ourselves? Someone who might also use the opportunity to drop by the pizza shop on the corner and bring us home a large pie with three topping that I know we could agree upon by compromise? I would certainly be willing to contribute this $2 off coupon that I have been carrying in my wallet for just such an occasion. Sounds like your neighbors upstairs really dig the Allman Brothers band. I too find them quite enjoyable. Shame about brother Duane dying in that motorcycle accident back in 1971, thus precluding a strictly-defined ‘reunion’ tour that we might attend by winning tickets through a radio station listener call-in promotional campaign. Ahh, these are the moments worthy of eschewing gainful employment, wouldn’t you agree? I could quite easily kick back in this plush, multi-positional La-Z-Boy reclining couch of yours, close my eyes and lull myself to sleep listening to the classic southern rock tunes pulsing through the walls of your apartment. Wake me when the pizza gets here.
8:40:15 PM 
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