catfish spilled the beans

I turn 65 July 8th, received my Medicare card in the mail Saturday, so I had an insurance agent drop by the office today to sign me up for plan F and plan D. An important question in the application process is: "Are you a smoker?" Well, just like any other red-blooded American, I fudged, of course. After all, in the words of a famous president "I never inhaled." True, insurance fraud is a serious crime, punishable by law. However, I felt perfectly confident I could get away with it. Apparently not. Apparently the truth is already out. Cause I come home and this had happened while I was gone.



How'm I gonna get away with it now? The whole neighborhood's gonna be sniffing it out soon's the smoke comes wafting from the garage. I need to call that agent tomorrow and fess up. Prolly cost me eighty bucks more a month, but I just can't afford to spend my remaining few in the Big House. Gee, thanks for spilling the beans on me, catfish. You got me in deep Dutch now.

There's something wrong with Dustin. That boy needs to get himself a hobby.