The Seahorse Whisperer, downstairs neighbor Michael, the Dog Father (aka "DCB"), Calvin, PWR, and two new characters (roommate Aaron, and friend Dana) gathered together last night for a potluck.
A-L: PWR, as a emissary of the Church of Scotland, do you mind saying grace?
PWR: Grace.
A-L: Ok. Uhh, how about you, Dana? Can you say a Jewish dinner blessing?
Dana: There aren't any. Actually, there is one: "They tried to kill us. We won. Let's eat."
Aaron: I've never heard that prayer before.
Dana: Oh, I didn't realize you were Jewish. I thought I could lie to my little Lutheranish friend here.
Aaron: You can. But not about fake Jewish dinner blessings. At least not when I'm here.
A-L: PWR, what's that really unintelligible Scottish blessing you always say?
PWR: Here's tae us. Wha's like us? Damn few, And they're a' deid.
A-L: I think like Dana's prayer better.
Calvin: Grace. Let's eat.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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