The Friends

Peter and Henry made their regular trip to their favorite food cart.  Henry, having gotten tired of Peter’s late hours and constant overeating, told his friend, yet again, to slow down. 

“O.K.,” so I have my share of minor vices,” Peter admitted.  “Things could be quite a lot worse.”

 

“No,” Henry insisted “It’s gotten very bad lately.  You’re the Oscar Madison of our world.”   “O.K., Felix,” Peter said. “You tell me. What should I do?”

 

 

“I promise you,” Henry said.  “By the time I’m through with you that statue will be able to take her hands down from her eyes.” 

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