Finklestein shoveled more of the brown cuisine into his mouth. “I’m glad you guys decided to be good neighbors,” he said, chewing noisily. “I was getting tired of hauling your asses to court.”
The whole block despised the lawyer. He played his music loudly and at all hours, never watered or mowed his lawn, walked around his house naked, and sued anyone who complained.
He belched. “This is excellent stuff! What’s it called?”
“Doofgod,” Mr. Smith replied.
“Doofgod? That German?
Mr. and Mrs. Smith smiled and put their untouched plates on the floor for their Alsatian.
“You could say that.”
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Greg, Good story. I feel
Greg,
Good story. I feel another lawsuit coming. Now if you could only figure out how to feed the lawyer to the dog. Then you would have a great story.
You missed a closing quote after German?
Dave K
Good story, you captured my
Good story, you captured my interest and were leading me.
Great name for the lawyer.
Great name for the lawyer. Gotta wonder what he's going to do when he sees the pooch lapping up all the grub. Fun read!