At the petrified dinosaur exhibit the docent asked, “Does anyone know why Pterodactyls were never heard in the bathroom?”
Timmy guessed, “Because the P is silent?”
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“Dude!” Andrew said into the phone. He was using the landline extension in the den.
“Didja get it?” Eddie asked from the other end.
“I’m lookin’ at it.”
Andrew heard the front door open and close quietly. He hung up the phone when he saw Eddie coming into the room, his cell held up to his ear.
Eddie pressed the disconnect button and grinned at Andrew, “I got here as quick as I could. Hooked up yet?” He glanced over towards Andrew’s home theatre, “Sweet,” he whistled slightly on the ‘S’ when he said it.
Andrew stood from his place on the settee, “I’ll make some popcorn and get some Red Bulls. We’re probably going to be up all night. The game’s still in the bag, Dude. Get it loaded up, wouldja?”
“I’m on it; can you bring me some water too? My doctor says I need to hydrate more on accounta my prostate.”
“TMI Dude – TMI.”
When Andrew emerged from the kitchen with the drinks and snacks Eddie had taken his spot on the settee so he staked out a position on the floor. His friend was caressing the controller and looking at the Mortal Kombat logo glowing on the big screen TV. He had a faraway look in his eyes.
“You’re goin’ down tonight, Dude. Here, take this water.”
Eddie twisted off the top of the bottle while Andrew popped a Red Bull. He pressed the button on his controller to start the game, “The fuck you say, Andy.”
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