A Knock at the Door

[kybearfuzz]

I had just woken up from a nap, trudging around downstairs in a tee-shirt and sweatpants, when the doorbell rang.

An older guy in a tie was at the door, about 60, with a thick mustache, trying to sell me some home improvement stuff.

Before he started his pitch, he seriously asked:

"Excuse me son, but is your mom or dad at home?"

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Comments

[njbearcub1.livejournal.com]

Awwww. That's sweet.

Now, more about the t-shirt and sweatpants, please.

*places chin in palms, waits*

;-)

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

LOL... it's so not sexy, me in a old tee-shirt and oversized sweat pants. It screams "slob."

[njbearcub1.livejournal.com]

And some touseled hair. I can work with this.

;-)

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

Don't forget the sleep crust in the eyes and the odor of dried drool in my beard.

Damn I'm hot :D

[njbearcub1.livejournal.com]

Then we're in agreement.

;-)

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

LOL! Ed, you are a treasure! Can I clone you? I'll be right over to obtain a DNA sample!

[njbearcub1.livejournal.com]

What on earth are you going to do with more than one of me?

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

So many possibilities... :)

[njbearcub1.livejournal.com]

If you're going as far as cloning, try to engineer each one so that they have a different...specialty.

;-)