I picked up my phone; it’s Durfee. “Chad,” he said, “I just heard your divorce is final today.”
“That it is. The reason I called is I’m having a DIVORCE party Saturday night. And I was hoping I could count on you to bring along some babes.”
Durfee laughed, “You know me too well, my friend. I have a couple of hot divorcee’s in my building that will suit the bill. What time is this affair?”
“Seven thirty. It will be a pool party. Make sure they wear bikinis. Be here around seven. I have to run into town to stock up my liquor supply, so I don’t expect be be back until seven, but if I’m not here make yourself comfortable.”
“Okay. See you Saturday,” Durfee said.

Saturday evening

Durfee, sitting alone on Chads front porch, stands when Chad pulls into the carport.
“Hey buddy,” Chad calls out. “Where’s the girls?”
“They cancelled. I got something to show you. Looks like your exe brought you a gift.” Durfee points to the pool filled with cow manure. It was the last thing you’d expect to find in a swimming pool."