Sunday With The D.O.M.

I'm at an antique shop this afternoon, on the hunt for some manly goodies. The items I covet the most are canes, banjos, any kind of puppet, pipes, straight razors and, any and all things Bozo. I'll wet myself if I see anything with the Fonz on it. I want to find a vintage pipe, so I can start smoking. I also love the smell of old stuff. Anyway, the two owners were bickering with each other, which I found very entertaining. I was half listening to them and half day dreaming when all of a sudden an older gentleman with one of those electronic voice boxes comes in and starts talking. I almost crapped myself I was so scared. I frantically looked around for Vicki. The bitch was nowhere to be seen, probably watching me from a hidden location and getting a good laugh. He was between me and the door, I thought about crashing through the window. What would the Fonz do? I crouched down around some furniture and ducked through a side door before he could see me. That was close. Back to the mission. I found my wife who was carrying some stupid metal birdbath, that she just had to have. I found a pig marionette, but I couldn't get it to work. I also found a Captain Kirk doll, that was the balls, but Vicki said no. I hate her.