9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for October 07, 2012
Transcript:
Man: Excuse me, but why are you standing out in this goat field, dressed in white tie? Thorax: I am practicing acceptance of my imminent nobel prize. You see in an act of shivvy civil disobedience, I have gone commando. Thorax: In short order, word of my demonstration-too horrible to contemplate-will reach the halls of power. the white house will be on high alert. Thorax: People will go commando in solidarity against government profligacy. the world underpants market will collapse with no one to blame but heedless presidents and prime ministers. Thorax: Sweeping legislation will be passed, budgets for the first time enforced. Government leaders will be obliged to give up their perks and live under the same constraints as ordinary citizens. The president will grudgingly mothball air force one in favor of a world war II willy's jeep motor pool one that runs on used french fry oil, in recognition of this... I will receive the noble prize for bravely not wearing my underwear, and attend the ceremony in a thong with the tensile strength of a frayed rubber band as a stern warning to politicians everywhere. Man: It's inspiring. Woman: I'm sorry, my cerebral cortex shut down the instant you said thorax had gone commando.