Posts Tagged ‘Mr. Singh’

Chetspeak on Sunday

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August 16th, 2015 Posted 9:01 am

“Bernie, Bernie, one of my colleagues has seen your watch!”

“Yeah?” Bernie said. “What happened? Something that made you come in person?”

“Coming in person is no problem – I have business in your neighborhood. I am killing two birds with one stone!”

Oh, yeah? How many times had I heard that one? And was I still waiting for a human – any human, step right up – to kill even one single bird with a stone? Or even try? The only human who’d come close was Bernie, as you might have guessed, and he’d thrown a tire iron, not a stone, and the bird had turned out to be a machine, possibly called a drone. As for Mr. Singh, he had no stone, did not appear to be looking for one, and the only bird in sight was the buzzard perched in its usual spot next to old man Heydrich’s chimney, far enough away so you’d need a cannon arm to knock it off, and Mr. Singh’s arms were of the short and pudgy sort.

 

– from SCENTS AND SENSIBILITY.

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Super Bowl

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February 4th, 2013 Posted 8:27 am

Bernie’s pawning the watch.

Welcome Winky; Abby from Alaska. Cannonballer please retry.

Here they, Winky on top, then Abby.

Winky - a big fan of Chet and BernieI\'m Abby; love to chase balls & squirrels & an occassional moose, but that\'s a story for another time. Did I say I live in Alaska? I do; it\'s great to run up mountains.

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Mr. Singh

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February 7th, 2012 Posted 9:12 am

“Why did I change my mind at the last minute?” Bernie says.

Uh-oh. Is he talking about his Super Bowl bet again? He opens the safe in the office, takes out his grandfather’s watch, our most valuable possession. Yes, the Super Bowl bet. We’re off to see Mr. Singh. Mr. Singh’s the pawnbroker. Once he shared some goat curry he had heating on the burner. You don’t forget things like that.

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Finances? Don’t Ask.

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April 5th, 2011 Posted 8:52 am

We drop in on Mr. Singh. What a guy! That goat curry! He takes our most valuable possession – Bernie’s grandfather’s watch – and hands over some cash.

“What a lovely timepiece, Bernie!”

“Uh-huh,” says Bernie. He’s not in a good mood today, on account of Huskies beating the spread or Bulldogs not making the spread or some other puzzler.

Next we drop in on Dom Divine. Dom’s the bookie. He has these soft, fat hands. They fold themselves around the money.

Welcome Bec.

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