05/14/2026
Hello FaceBookie, Gaddy here to bring you the second half of part 4. This one's okay, I think they could of made my hair look a little bigger, but whatever. As the story proceeds, I look more amazing than the day I was thought up by Camolot! Any-hoo, heres the second part of...Cliff and Gaddy's House, Episode 4: "Long-Blond Cupcakes"
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"The Sammy Terry Shows over," Gaddy tells Cliff and whoever that might be listening through the walls. "Did you get the damn k**b on yet, nitwit? It shouldn't take this damn long, it's just a k**b. And if you're done wondering about the house, get me a beer! I need to get myself ready for the next Sammy Terry mini marathon, so the TV is mine at 8:00!"
"Damn that woman!" Cliff grumbles. "After this old fart spends two hours looking for a damn k**b, that woman runs for a Vampire and a damn SPIDER!" ERRRGGGG! "I'll show her a damn spider, right Mr. Spock? We don't need any 'Sammy-Fanny or Star-Trek Bottle-Neck fans around the house! Oh sorry, was not I that choose your damn name. Alright, last screw and I'm done! Lefty-Lucy, Righty-Tighty. Come on Cliff, don't let the k**b win!"
Zzzz-Zzzz...Snort! Zzzz-Zzzz...Snort!
Maybe I should offer some milk and cookies since this prancing, fancy-pants, S.O.B. decided to rent the porch for the night! Don't get too comfortable Einstein! This damn door will be open 'TONIGHT!' What idiot snoozes on a porch? Probably one of those Mullet-Heads! (Driving around listening to Michael Bolten, playing with stupid puppets! Maze my Ass! I'd walk right through that s**t!) This damn k**b crap! It feels like a week has gone by trying to open this damn door! Let's see who's the Dipstick!...Damn sleeping S.O.B.!!
Gaddy...Cliff grunts...Get your wide behind over here! Clank, Clank, Woosh, Woosh! The damn doork**bs on, and it's TIME! I need you to hold this Gaddy.
Dammit Cliff! Gaddy sighs, keep it in your pants or give me a magnifying glass...
"Just hold the damn shovel," Cliff says as he hands it to her. Okay, I'm going to open the door on 3...1, 2, 3EEEEEE!
CREEEEK..."Who the hell is that!" Cliff grunts. "Long blond hair, short shorts, is that a volleyball? I think I've seen her on "Baywatch", she was holding a cupcake. A cupcake smothered in icing...Mmmm! She's waking up... Hey! Who the hell are you? Cliff shouted at the half-asleep blond."
Hi...I'm "?????", sorry to bother ya'll. "?????" sighs in a soft-spoken country tone. It feels like I've been out here for over a week, I couldn't help but to fall asleep. I do apologize. You see, my car broke down at your front gate. I wasn't sure where I was, then I heard Wheel of Fortune coming from your house. I just love that show! But I was wondering if you folks knew a mechanic. That's my red convertible top "Ferrari" over there. I was out west at Wally World, it's a wonderful theme park. I met a fine family out there, they seemed like a nice bunch. The dad was a little weird though, men that play with bologna sandwiches can strike me as a bit odd. It wasn't a big deal after we took a swim in the pool. Also, if I could trouble you for a hairbrush...THUNK!!...Gaddy...Gaddy...are you ok?
Sorry, miss my wif...friend passed out! Cliff muttered trying to explain that Gaddy watches a lot of T.V. Or maybe she thinks you are, never mind! If she didn't think like that...I might believe she was dead!
