Laying out a beach towel on the sand, banana grabs a beer out of the cooler and hands it to daddog, who takes it and plops down next to banana on the beach. As they both sit, staring into the setting sun, the ocean breezes waft over the island.banana: "Sure is great to finally be retired, isn't it?"
daddog: "Yep, it sure is"
banana: "So, who'd you sucker into taking the job next?"
daddog: "Flossy"
banana: "Ah, Flossy...good choice. And I suppose you told her all the lies about how little work it was and how much fun she was going to have, just like I told you?"
daddog: *Sigh* "God help me....yep"
banana: "And so it goes"
daddog: "Yeah...say, you got any suntan lotion?"
banana tosses daddog the bottle of suntan lotion. daddog applies a liberal amount to his pasty white skin. As the soft sounds of the soundtrack from "the Great Escape" plays in the background, daddog and banana lean back in their lawn chairs, arms clasped behind their heads, and drift off to sleep.....
Well done, daddog.
