Eifen Deifeiffen was jauntily strutting down the hall when he caught the eyes of Gregory Millson. Why does this sorry little man keep turning up at my greatest moments? I should make him pay by informing him of my latest romantic escapade He strutted over to Gregory who was looking displeased.
"Good afternoon, Gregory" He said, "Looking chipper as usual." He laughed at his witty remark.
"What do you want Eifen Deifeiffen?" Gregory asked
Eifen Deifeiffen laughed. "Why do you always think I want something out of you, Gregory? I've merely come to inform you that I have seduced, slept with, and ruined the reputation of one of your prospective lovers." The chance that whomever Eifen Deifeiffen seduced had been one of Gregory's prospective lovers was very slim. Eifen Deifeiffen just had a tendency to refer to all women as prospective lovers of one man or another. Mainly himself.
"You really are a cad aren't you, Eifen Deifeiffen?" Gregory said
"Me? A cad? Really?" Eifen Deifeiffen said. He gave a sacrastic laugh. "Of course I'm a cad Gregory. Wouldn't you be one too if you had a name like Eifen Deifeiffen?" Gregory didn't respond. "I'll take that as a yes then. Well then, I have to seduce one of your other prospective lovers. Toodle-loo, Gregory!" He continued his strut down the hall.
Moral: It's hard not to be a cad if your name is Eifen Deifeiffen
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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, and William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden. This week's theme: 'Eifen Deifeiffen'.
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From all of these posts, it does seem that it's hard not to be a cad when your name is Eifen Deifeiffen.
Miriam
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