Well, my wife comes home from her vacation in Mexico tomorrow. That leaves me preciously little time to get the house in order, clean everything up, and hide all traces of the debacle that occurred while she was gone. Otherwise, I could find myself grounded for life.
After all, here is all that damage from when the mutant bikers (who turned out to be teachers in their off time) smashed into the party. There is that room that turned blue. All that furniture is still out back from getting sucked up and shot out the chimney (which is odd, since I don’t have a chimney), as well as the naked girl and her clothes that the same thing happened to. It’s still snowing in one bedroom and there’s a Pershing medium-range ballistic missile running through the middle of the house. My grandparents are even trapped in suspended animation in the pantry (which is weird because I don’t have a pantry and all my grandparents passed on years ago).
How am I ever going to get the house cleaned up in time before my wife comes home?
Man, I’ve really got to get moving. I mean, there’s always the hope that Kelly LeBrock will magically turn the house back the way it was tomorrow right before my wife walks in the door…but who can rely on that. I better get cleaning.
Anyone want a missile?
Oh wait…that’s right, none of that actually happened. Whew! I was just remembering watching Weird Science and got it confused with what went on this week again. Man, I hate it when that happens.