The continuing saga of the Gypsy Ronaviravich, her dog Wackadoo, and her cursed bat WuWu.
Ronaviravich received a message today via courier pigeon from Shelly West.
Dear Rona,
Can you do something about Joe? He has an insatiable thirst for Jose Cuervo. He believes Jose is a friend of his. He carries a bottle inside his suit pocket at all times. Today, after emptying the bottle, he tripped on his way up the stairs of Air Force One. Upon his embarrassing entrance, he almost fell on Major. Major had been impatiently worrying about his arrival while reclining on the sofa. Thankfully, Major jumped out of his way on time. Joe then proceeded to reach for his empty bottle, realized it was empty, and called both me and the US Border Patrol. Joe asked me if I knew if Jose Cuervo was still stuck in Mexico or being detained by ICE. I tried to explain that Jose Cuervo is a brand of tequila and not a Mexican refugee. Joe grew angry, accused me of lying, hung up, and called the US Border Patrol. He now has every agent searching our processing centers looking for his lost and detained friend Jose. I am changing my number to prevent Joe’s phone calls. Please assist the US Border Patrol as Joe’s affection for Jose Cuervo is causing a border crises. Thank you.
Shelly West
PS Joe is also out of salt and limes.
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