Tessa Shot Me One Last Quick Glower
squeeze 36 days of amiable game show hosting duties into my schedule- like biting into a water balloon
- crocheting my own parasol
- his pelvis, his wrist, or his ankle
- even worse than some of the worst predictions
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Tessa shot me one last quick glower before submerging again as Isolde swept back into the room with an armload of fluffy towels.
“The way you carry all those towels is very graceful,” I said. Buttering her up had worked out well for me before.
“Thanks,” she said. “I got a lot of practice recently, but trying to squeeze 36 days of amiable game show hosting duties into my schedule was like biting into a water balloon filled with mayonnaise while crocheting my own parasol. And my cohost was never happy unless I was biting his pelvis, his wrist, or his ankle. It was a foolish idea for a game show, too. Flower arranging or haberdashery alone could have worked, but the combination was just confusing. The show fared even worse than some of the worst predictions.”
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