"I have to wash the dishes. I have too many dirty dishes, in the sink." I say this on a Saturday morning.
"Yeah? What else could you be doing?" asks Chung Tzu, his feet resting on the table.
"I could take a crap."
"Well, that is something to do." says Chung Tzu. He picks up the newspaper, and starts reading the obituaries.
"I should go outside and get a nice tan on my legs. So my legs look good for any special moment that might arise."
Chung Tzu throws down the paper and jumps up. "Now you're talking, brother! That's it!"
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Later, when we are outside, in the backyard, getting tan, Chung Tzu and I look up.
"Wow! Look at that cloud!" yells Chung Tzu.
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