Later gator

Your writer called the doctor 

Your writer called the nurse

Your writer called the vendor

With the alligator purse

I saw it last week and got the earworm. I should have gone with my impulse and got the earworm and the purse the day I saw it, since by today it was sold out everywhere.

It's a darling item, right?  The visual pun is cute, the execution is not bad, it can be pressed into service for gory puppet shows in a pinch, and little girls just plain love little boxlike things with handles. I did find them on eBay-- a lot of them, and, mysteriously, for the regular price. So now I have not only the "Miss Lucy" earworm but the image of Christafuh Moltisante and some of his idiot friends standing around at a freezing highway rest stop waiting to take out a truckload of "leathuh goods."  

I bought one. 

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