On the morning of the fourth day, Joe Toadamundo awoke to find a large fleshy mass lying in bed with him. It was pink and stank of diesel oil. He shrank away from it, pulling covers around him.<\/p>\n
“You’re hogging all the covers,” sighed his wife, behind him. “Besides, it’s Saturday, and we don’t have to get up yet.”<\/p>\n
“There’s something in bed with us,” said Joe; “and it’s horrible.”<\/p>\n
His wife opened one eye and peered at the thing. “That’s just the new corporate entity,” she said; “go back to sleep.”<\/p>\n
“I can’t,” said Joe. “It’s ugly, it stinks, and it’s taking up most of my side of the bed.”<\/p>\n
“I told you this would happen,” said his wife, and she rolled away from him, taking most of the blankets, and resumed her slumber.<\/p>\n
(To be continued . . .)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
On the morning of the fourth day, Joe Toadamundo awoke to find a large fleshy mass lying in bed with him. It was pink and stank of diesel oil. He shrank away from it, pulling covers around him. “You’re hogging … Continue reading