RE: Punday Monday 290
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Rrrrggghh! I KNEW there was an egregious pun at the end of this story! I just couldn't find it. Last night it came to me in a dream. New ending:
...having first upended the remaining contents of a plastic liter bottle of whisky (so cheap its afterburn was the stuff of NIGHTMARES) all over her brand new duvet.
So when Jameson awoke, with a KING-SIZED hangover, mind you, it was to Margarita's dulcet voice singing him a LULLABYE of outrage, bitterness, blame, and recrimination, in a near hysterical, high-pitched ALARM CLOCK klaxon of a scream that would have AWAKENED THE DEAD any night of the week.
Jameson was still too inebriated to think straight, so he tried to calm her down by inviting her to join him in a nap, since she did look tired. But then he noticed the enormous whisky stain that had besmirched her formerly pristine duvet (still damp from the previous night's BED WETTING) and he understood that there would be no way to COMFORTER.
ba-dum-bum.