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foot in mouth disease
Sunny, suddenly aware that he's put his foot in his mouth, attempts to extricate it.
"On no, no it's not like that at all Lasair" [having heard Lasair's comments] "no not at all. Naked? No not in a million years! NO way! She's not my type. Definately not. In fact, if Rosalynn crept into my bed in the middle of the night buck nekkid singing sweet songs of love, I can tell you 100% positive I'd be running the other way. No, definatley not, not my type.
Not what I mean, the mountain people -- well it's a long story, just glad that little misconception is cleared up. Misconception -- that's the word for it, no conception possible between myself and Rosalynn, that little idea needs to be nipped in the bud, aborted as it were -- definately --"
[wipes sweat from his suddenly perspiring forehead]
"How about a pitcher? For the entire table? Here --"
[Sunny runs to the bar and gets a pitcher of beer, and wiggles his fingers over it after bringing it back at the table]
"I've given it a slight taste of chocolate, it makes the beer that much better -- har har, no problems here, right? Har har?"
[smiles and looks around the table, "winningly." However, his gap teeth are, well, gapping.]
"Are you another of her SISTERS's?" -- [asks towards Lasair]
"No problem here, no no problems here" [pointing to Anton, not waiting for Lasair to respond] "I'm Sunny by the way, who are you dear sir? One gentleman (myself) asks another (you) for a name... very proper, quite proper indeed"
"Ha ha, and you Michael, is that your special dish-washing rock there? Smooth as silk, must have seen a lot of brush scrubs... come closer, sit up, have a beer...I think we are going to be good friends -- I just have THAT FEELING!"
[Sunny gives Michael a heart-achingly inept, but somehow winning smile. It's clear he's trying to make amends, however lame he is doing it]
Sunny, suddenly aware that he's put his foot in his mouth, attempts to extricate it.
"On no, no it's not like that at all Lasair" [having heard Lasair's comments] "no not at all. Naked? No not in a million years! NO way! She's not my type. Definately not. In fact, if Rosalynn crept into my bed in the middle of the night buck nekkid singing sweet songs of love, I can tell you 100% positive I'd be running the other way. No, definatley not, not my type.
Not what I mean, the mountain people -- well it's a long story, just glad that little misconception is cleared up. Misconception -- that's the word for it, no conception possible between myself and Rosalynn, that little idea needs to be nipped in the bud, aborted as it were -- definately --"
[wipes sweat from his suddenly perspiring forehead]
"How about a pitcher? For the entire table? Here --"
[Sunny runs to the bar and gets a pitcher of beer, and wiggles his fingers over it after bringing it back at the table]
"I've given it a slight taste of chocolate, it makes the beer that much better -- har har, no problems here, right? Har har?"
[smiles and looks around the table, "winningly." However, his gap teeth are, well, gapping.]
"Are you another of her SISTERS's?" -- [asks towards Lasair]
"No problem here, no no problems here" [pointing to Anton, not waiting for Lasair to respond] "I'm Sunny by the way, who are you dear sir? One gentleman (myself) asks another (you) for a name... very proper, quite proper indeed"
"Ha ha, and you Michael, is that your special dish-washing rock there? Smooth as silk, must have seen a lot of brush scrubs... come closer, sit up, have a beer...I think we are going to be good friends -- I just have THAT FEELING!"
[Sunny gives Michael a heart-achingly inept, but somehow winning smile. It's clear he's trying to make amends, however lame he is doing it]
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