We, the undersigned, call for the impeachment of Vice President Dick Cheney, for shooting an innocent man (Harry Whittington) with a shotgun. Mr. Cheney’s explanation—“I mistook him for a quail” — is not acceptable, we attest.
So far, actually, I really have eight signatures (including me and my daughter.)
(My wife apparently won’t sign.)
“Max, you old dog! Whatever have you been up to?”
“A little of this, a little of that.”
“What’s this thing here?”
“This? Oh, it’s just a little something I’ve made in my spare time. It’s for storing things.”
“Don’t be mysterious, Max. Show me how it works.”
“You would like a demonstration, eh, Peter?”
“Don’t tease! Get to it!”
“It’s simple. You open the door, like so, and you put something inside it—this little pebble will do—and you close the door once again, like so. And, well, that’s all there is to it!”
“So simple … and yet so ingenious. What are those, hinges?”
“Yes, simple hinges.”
“Where did you get the idea to use those on such a thing?”
“By looking at a door, I suppose.”
“Ha, ha! Of course. A door. Well, Max, I think you’ve really got something here. What do you call it?”
“I call it … ‘cabinet.’”
“‘Cabinet’? That’s no good. No, no, that won’t do at all.”
“If you can think of something better, let me know.”
“Well, I suppose ‘cabinet’ is all right, now that I think of it. What would you like to do now?”
“Oh, I don’t know. They’re having a nice woolly-mammoth supper down at the lodge.”
“With a side of field greens and endive. Also buckets of fermented mare’s milk.”
“Endive I can’t stand. But put out some fermented mare’s milk and I am there. Will women be in attendance, do you suppose?”
“Good! Let’s go, then. Maybe one of the women will see fit to fuck me.”
“Yes, there’s a good chance of that, I would say.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Don’t look so amazed. You’re not a bad-looking fellow. And the women have been very horny lately.”
“I’m afraid this cabinet building has gone to your head, Max. Shall we call a cab or hoof it?”
“Hoof it. I can’t spare the pooka shells at the moment.”
“All right, then, let’s be off. I just hope it’s like you said it would be.”
“Oh, it will be. I checked. Mammoth meat, mare’s milk and women.”
“Sounds like a party to me. What are you staring at?”
“Perhaps I should have put the door on top. Do you think it would be better that way?”
“Don’t be a fool. It’s great the way it is. Now let’s go.”
Guy is a 39-year-old single Manhattan man who has had several successful long-term relationships. He welcomes questions from New York single women at DearGuy@observer.com.
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