Is There A Lawyer In The House?

As promised, here's a shot of Adam Apple, probably parachuting as we speak into the screen enclosure of someone's pool in Tanzania. You can see Adam's unique brand of cockeyed cockiness. Drucker gave him all the core qualities of a true American patriot: honesty, integrity, and a gung-ho determination to serve his country and make the world a better place. We'll see what kind of cockamaime stories he brings home this time. Today the rest of the Frugies are hanging around Spritzer's water bar where Pepe L'Pepper serves up designer waters and offerings from his sacred recipe file. That little runt Banana Skip, who gets on my last nerve, comes in with two spray bottles dangling from the holster around his waist. Think Dennis the Menace meets John Wayne. The kid is a complete embarrassment to his mother Hanna. Anyway, he grabs a seat at the counter and when no one's looking sprays the floor where Wally Watermelon, or Mel, as we call him, is passing by. (We call Wally Mel because we get so tired of these alliterative names Drucker and his pal came up with --Penelope Pear, Suzie Strawberry, give us a break!) So Mel slips and falls with an enormous thud and before you can say frivolous lawsuit spudmeister Rudy Potato screams out, "Ya know, you can sue 'em for this!," and Mel walks away scratching his heavy head. On my way out I see Mel looking through the Yellow Pages. The Attorneys section is probably heavier than he is but there he is taking the first step towards a lawsuit that can't be good for this group of Frugies which is already dysfunctional enough to qualify for its own reality show!