Drive-by pudding plaguing Montclair

Late last night – I was walking Mister Irving Brown Socks – excuse me – Uncle Mister Irving Brown Socks – around the block – for his late-nighter.

We had stopped so that he could check out some smell or another – when – all a sudden – out of nowhere – a car zoomed by super-fast. Cars tend to do that all of the time around these parts – so I only thought about it for a hot second (or so).

Well – in that hot second (or so) – everything in the world changed. I heard cackling – felt something hit me in the back of the head – and then looked to the down to see two chocolate pudding containers – their contents splattered all about – lying on the ground. Before I could react at all – the shrieking cackles had faded into the distance.

As I stood there trying to figure out what in the bananas had just happened – I gave myself a bit of a patdown to see where I had been hit. It was at that point that Uncle Irv came over and started licking my boot. He is very helpful.

Let this be a lesson to walkers out there . . . They have pudding and they will use it indescriminantly and with no provocation.

Let this also be a warning to those with pudding who cackle and drive Jeep Cherokees . . . I have eggs – and I am very confident that I know how to use them . . . I scramble them with cheese.

2 replies
  1. Cindy
    Cindy says:

    I'm sorry about the pudding drive by incident but glad you and Uncle Mister Irving Brown Socks weren't hurt.

    I suggest freezing the eggs :)

  2. Jeff,TI
    Jeff,TI says:

    I was sorry to hear about your dilemma, but you know that you need too be very proactive these day’s. Always look, before you leap.Back in the old day’s, all we had too worry about, was a flying egg or three on “Mischief Night”. Well some good advice might be going forward,would be too just “stay in bed under the cover’s.

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