Brian Smith (No, not that one)
12/7/2016 12:22 PM
The scene: A newly-minted millionaire named P.J. Fleck is standing with a close friend on a Lake Michigan beach. He's driven a dune buggy to this place and it sits idling, a giant oar strapped across the front. It's 31 degrees. Fleck is wearing a tasteful shirt, tie and sweater. And brown wetsuit shorts and webbed water shoes. He has a look in his eyes.
"I wanna buy a million whistles with the money."
"P.J., what are you gonna do with a million whistles?"
"Can never have enough 5 Hour Energies or whistles, that's what I say. Row the Boat!"
"P.J.? Where are you going? P.J.?"
[P.J. Fleck makes his rowing motion, making his way out onto Lake Michigan like a fully-powered electric hedger in a bathtub]
Last Edited: 12/9/2016 12:38:13 PM by Brian Smith (No, not that one)