A phone call to the ancestral Archenemy Manor:
Archenemy: Mom, I’ve got to run out of town for a few hours and was thinking I’d leave the dog with you guys… I know you won’t be around, but could you ask Dad if he’ll be there?
Archenemy Mom: Not right now…
(strange background noises)
Archenemy: Er… what’s going on?
Archenemy Mom: He’s fighting with all seven of our dinner guests about global warming.
Ah, Massachusetts.
(h/t)
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You da man, Charlie!
I’m sure he felt like this man.
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