I Couldn’t Help Laughing at Chet
he was a full-grown man- tiny clothes that actually fit
- drew a revolver from his belt
- you rang the eskimo
- here at your request
I couldn’t help laughing at Chet. He was a full-grown man wearing a cowboy costume, tiny clothes that actually fit his adolescent brother better than they did him. Chet drew a revolver from his belt (a toy, I hoped) and aimed it at me. “You rang the eskimo‘s private number, LuAnne. You’re the one who ordered up a gigolo. You’re the one who specifically requested chaps and a stetson. I’m here at your request, and I’ll thank you to stop laughing at me.”
bonus points for using them in order