Eventually a firelady arrived and extinguished the fire by looking horrified. Homeowner's insurance covered the cost of a replacement oven.
Duke was even able to salvage his sausages, but his mind was on thoughts of escape. He couldn't enjoy his sausages because of all the turmoil.
By the next day it was apparent Duke had made a baby thing inside of his wife's hootie-hatch. That meant it was time to redecorate.
There was some landscaping to do as well. What newborn doesn't love a swing set or dozens of bales of hay?
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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