Poop Too Much
*Sunnyside's truck had just ran out of fuel.
Too bad because officer Martin was still on the beat and Sunnyside's truck was stuck in the middle of the road and while Sunnyside was going for help. Martin took it up to have the Synchro-link towed.
Sunnyside didn't have the $165.00 to pay the city let alone the money to get it out of the impound yard. Being about $500 short, Sunnyside found himself trying to sleep in the bushes without hardly any cloths.
Yes it finally happen, just the thing Sunnyside had always feared. He was looking for a soft spot to bed down in the grass.*
Sunnyside Thinking to himself:
What do we have here? Super Smart Phone. What the hell is it doing here?
I wonder who's phone is this? Oh my God.
Gee, wonder what this Super Smart phone does?
Hum...... Calls placed, calls received. Calls taped. Calls Taped! he said out loud to himself.
Gee, what do we have here?
Ring Ring Ring.
Howard! It f
Ring Ring Ring.
Howard! Its for you.
Chris: Hi Howard, it's Chris Mathews.
Howard: Oh hi Chris, how are you doing.
Chris: Hey, I just heard something about you talking about that inventor guy.
Howard:What about the guy?
Chris: Didn't you know he was off limits?
Howard: What do you mean?
Chris: You can get blacklisted for saying anything about him and I just thought I'd call you to let you know so that you don't get in any trouble.
Howard: Chris, why don't you just shave off that comb over, go down to the local Tattoo parlor and have some baseball threads put on so we can call you Softy.
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