I was abducted by space aliens! They did experiments on me for an entire month! Didn't you even miss me?
Well...
I don't believe it! You didn't even notice I was gone?
Well, now that you mention it, I kind of noticed a sort of empty feeling. But after three or four bottles of Thunderbird, I pretty much forgot about it.
I answered my first letter today. Do you want to hear it?
Okay. It's not about anything disgusting, is it?
Listen. "Dear Fred and Ed: I am a fairly heavy drinker. Recently, I've been noticing a certain tremor in my hands. Does this mean that I should give up drinking? Signed, A Worried Imbiber.
So,what did we tell him?
Dear Wussy Boy, The fact that you are able to notice the trembling in your hands leads us to believe that you are just not serious about your drinking. Try drinking an extra bottle each night.
Cool. They didn't call the cops on you like last time?
No. That big girl doesn't work there anymore. Later on today, I'm going to pay her a call at the Burger King. I'll show her what a real whopper looks like.
I answered another letter today. Listen: Dear Fred 'n Ed, I'm forty years old, and I drink a bottle of scotch every day. Mom says if I don't stop, I'm grounded. What should I do? Signed, Junior.
What did we tell Junior?
Dear Weirdo, You obviously have more problems than just not drinking enough. Add a daily bottle of gin to your diet.
Sage advice, brother of mine.
And for godsake, tell mom you want your own room. You freak.
You know Ed, you don't HAVE to cook dinner tonight. We could go out for burgers or something. Remember what happened last time?
No, I have to practice if I'm going to become a professional chef. Tonight I'm making sardine loaf with apricot sauce. I got the recipe from the Food Channel.
Wow, am I dead? Was it the sardine loaf that killed me?
No. It was the after-dinner drinks. Your brother mistook anti-freeze for the absinthe. Don't worry. You didn't suffer. In fact, you drank three glasses.
Since this is our first time at A.A., I thought I'd bring a hospitality gift. I filled their water cooler with vodka.
You're a classy guy, Fred.
I have to say. That A.A. director is a very cranky woman.
Well, three people DID vomit on her. I'd be in a bad mood too if that happened to me. Remember cousin Cindy's wedding? Her wedding gown was ruined. Cindy still isn't speaking to Mom.
Wow. Security is really tight at Disneyland. How long do you think they will hold us here?
Well, probably until they drink all the bourbon out of our metal flasks.
Sorry. I didn't know they would be a problem.
Yeah, I know. But why did you bring them in the first place?
For sentimental reasons, I suppose. After all, we wouldn't even be here if Mom and Dad hadn't taken their flasks to the Fall Festival and gone on the ferris wheel together.
Yeah. Imagine being on a ferris wheel that's stopped for a whole hour. Good thing they had a Rubik's cube.
Okay, guys. Why are you bringing a blender into the park?
Well, you see, my brother here has special "medication needs."
Medication needs?
Oh yes. His doctor says that his medicine must be freshly mixed. Hence the battery-operated blender. I love my brother. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him. I would hate to have to sue.