Mister Smitty is a wino!
When This Mister came back one night, the scene of the crime was:
Overturned wine glass fallen across magazine. Wine on table, on floor, but none -- curiously – on the couch… where sat a silent Smee.
It LOOKS like The Smitty knocked the glass over.
But looks can be deceiving.
Maybe The Smitty wanted to drink the wine.
(Dissolve. Swirling close-up of The Smee. Flashback to:)
“…can’t get my snout down into these fancy-ass glasses…whoops! Well, at least now I can get my tongue around some of this here…”.
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