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Public Elementary Sings President’s Praises

September 24th, 2009 by Bertie

The worst part of these village treats is the children’s choir. The little blighters are rather de trop, what? Seared into the Wooster gray matter–to give you just one instance of the many that come to mind–is the occasion that Kim “Kimber-bimber” Jong-Il of the Drones’ Club invited me down to his country place and what was looking like a promising little week-end with a well-stocked cellar was constantly spoiled by little excrescences mumbling ‘Dear Leader” this and shrilling “Dear Leader” that wherever one turned. It began where ghastly left off.

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September 24th, 2009 09:22:42

September 24, 2009

Too funny, Bertie…

Bertie Wooster
September 24, 2009

No, my dear fellow, not at all. The res, or gravamen, as Jeeves might say, is that it was deadly, perishing dull, as dull as, as, well . . . It was rather dull.

Jacob G
September 24, 2009

Thanks for the advice, Mr.Wooster. I shall have to regretfully decline old kimber-bimber’s invites in the future. Sad how these eccentricities strike one in their old age.

Bertie Wooster
September 24, 2009

Quite right, old turnip. Give it a pass. Meet any invitation of his with a firm nolle prosequi.

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