Titancare

"Titan, I'm still recovering from the endoscopy I had the other day" whined the 'Genealogist.' "Did you expect me to be in form after the procedure especially since I haven't played at all since your last visit to the Tarpon Tennis and Sail Club. "That's not a good enough excuse George, retorted the 'bombastic blowhard.' The last time we played it was you who shoved that unexpected victory down my throat." "Today, I opened a new can of balls after you give me only 30 minutes notice that "you can squeeze tennis with me in to your precious agenda for the day, and then you quit after one set. You're damn lucky you got 2 games off me (6-2). "Fatuous Farthead,' I genuinely still have a belly ache" bellowed the 'bellyaching boatsman' from Wichita. "I am President of the local Sons of the American Revolution Chapter and it is incumbent upon me to be in top physical shape to squeeze my torso into togs far too small for me. A distended stomach simply will not do with the next meeting within the fortnight." "Cut the bullshit, you Jackalope," retorted the 'apoplectic asshole.' "I'm taking us out to Pappas' Ranch for barbecue lunch and watch you gnaw on those ribs and slobber over the brisket because you agreed to play. I will savor those same items as a testament to my well earned triumph. That's how we'll find out if your esophagus is really problematic or if the duodenum is on the fritz. After all, I did give you a hosing too. We'll call it Titancare, with no deductible."