EXCUSE ME, JOHN.
...SON?
LATER, DAD. WATCHING THIS CLIP OF ARTHUR ASHE AT A MATCH IN CLEVELAND USING A WILSON RACQUET TO GET HIS BALL OUT OF A BUSH.
SON, I HAVE A FORD AND A LINCOLN IN THE DRIVEWAY, BOTH OF WHICH HAVE PIERCED TIRES... SO GO GET A JACK, SON.
AFTER I READ TODAY'S "GARFIELD" STRIP, PLAY WITH MY RAY GUN, LISTEN TO POLKA, AND WATCH THE 'BAMA GAME.
OOO, 'BAMA? I'LL GRANT YOU, THAT'S FUN. BUT THIS TRUMPS THAT. THEN USE A HOOVER VACUUM ON OUR RUG.
I CAN'T FILL MORE OF MY DAY WITH CHORES. I'M ALREADY WASHING TONS OF CLOTHES FOR MY CAMPING TRIP TO MOUNT MCKINLEY. DON'T BE MAD.
MAD? I SON? I'M JUST SAYING I'M GOING TO FORBID ENCAMPMENT ANYWHERE IF THIS IS DONE. IF NOT, I'M PUTTING A NIX ON THAT TRIP.
YOU'D NIX IT? I WAS GONNA GO WITH CLINT ON A WALK TO THAT COOL LEDGE.
AND BESIDES, YOU OWE ME FOR MAKING ME GO ON THOSE BORING TRIPS TO THE PRESIDENTIAL LIBRARIES OF ROOSEVELT, EISENHOWER, KENNEDY, AND CARTER.
TWENTY-EIGHT PRESIDENTS' NAMES, ALL HIDDEN SO UN-CLEVERLY.
TRUE, MAN.
TWENTY-NINE!
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