“Bye Mom,” Doobersteen shouted, as he headed out the door. When Doobersteen was younger his father or mother would drive him to school, but now that he was older he walked with his friends. Sometimes he would run when he had to. Nicky and Kevin lived down the block and the three of them would walk to school together. “Hey guys, did you hear the one about the one eyed score keeper?” Doobersteen asked. “No,” Nicky said, “What happened?” “He got everyone’s score wrong because he missed half of the game,” shot back Doobersteen with the punch line. Kevin thought about it and added, “Wow, if he was keeping score in Hershey, Pennsylvania the night Wilt Chamberlain scored 100 points, Wilt the Stilt would have only scored 50 points.” Everyone laughed and they continued to talk about basketball and other things.
“So, Nicky, what do you want to be when you grow up?” Doobersteen asked. “I want to work for the city and have a nice office,” Nicky answered. “I want to be a priest, สล็อตออนไลน์” Kevin offered. “What do you want to be Doober?” Kevin asked. “I want to be a principal or be on the school board, so I can fire all of the teachers and then I will quit my job and become a professional basketball player.
Actually, I want to be a professional comedian,” The Doobster quipped. “You already are a comedian, Doober,” Nicky responded. “Hey, did you hear about the two clowns that were arguing?” Doobersteen asked. “No, what happened?” Kevin wanted to know. “The one clown says to the other one, ‘I’ll wipe that smile right off your face.’ And the other clown says, ‘You already did and I put it on your face.'”
As the three good friends were laughing and joking, they came to the corner that normally has a police woman at the cross walk. Today there was another officer and this was no lady. “Hey, where is the lady cop who is normally here every day?” Doobersteen asked. “She is out today,” the dour looking officer answered. “Oh, so they have you working here today. Hey, do you know who you look like? You look just like Herman Munster, from the television show. I mean the guy who plays him when he is not wearing the costume. Hey guys, doesn’t this guy look like the guy who plays Herman Munster?” Doobersteen asked enthusiastically. “Uh, I don’t know Doob, uh, when is that light going to change?” Kevin answered, looking uneasy. “Hey buddy, I have a question for you,” Doobersteen asked a kid walking by. “Doesn’t this cop look like the guy who plays Herman Munster?” At this point the cop’s face was beet red and it was apparent he was upset.
“Hey kid, what’s your name?” The officer wanted to know. “Well, let’s put it this way. My name isn’t Eddie or Grandpa,” Doobersteen answered back. “You don’t know when to shut up kid, do you?” answered the, by now, very upset and embarrassed policeman. “What happened, Lilly didn’t have enough Count Chocula cereal for you this morning, or did Spot get loose in the neighborhood?” Doobersteen answered back, now with an audience around him.
At this point the officer demanded he tell his name. Doobersteen told him his name and then crossed the street with his friends. They were all amazed that Doobersteen was able to take a policeman and make him into a joke. “He should actually be flattered; Herman Munster is one of my favorite television characters. I don’t get upset when people tell me I remind them of Gomer Pyle.”
Doobersteen was not a big fan of school, but at least he was able to see friends and joke around. “Hi Gabbie, how are you today?” Doobersteen asked. “Not good,” said Gabbie. “I feel like dog doo.” “I will try not to step on you then,” he answered. The clown prince of laughter was certainly on a roll today.
