She loved his “bits.”
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(Content of multiple meanings)
Category: Comedy
Laughter In The Dark
“I see younger couples carrying their toddlers for distance – and even a single mom with like a 6 year old as she carried a cumbersomly frontloaded baby carrier with a newborn in it.
My muscle synapsis scream as I phantom flex remembering how I, too, used to do such things.
And all I can think of while viewing these still-resourced wonders is, “Why aren’t you utilizing strollers and carts?”
I Am
“Liking these curls, though!”
Walking Stick
“‘Cause this. is. fun. – and oh-so se-xy!”
Dropping Things
“Gravity likes to display its effects around me.”
Great Expectations
“I have flights of fantasy thinking that I could get to school early to catch up and be prepared adequately.
But then I remember no food is yet cooked for me to take with me, and earlier I heard the dogs hard-knock over something.
Another catastrophe waiting to greet as I foolishly think that I could be free to be?”
Hee-hee-hee True Dat!
Come Be The Man I Need
Stunning!
My Money On The Side
Cross-Walking
Heeeere
“Kitty, kitty, kitty…”
Meow
Cat and mouse
Hawk and owl
A to B
“We do have a hard time getting from…”
“Puenk!”
The incense stick got snagged from the car vent and made a sound as it got flicked into “puenking” right off!
There’s A Fork
“In my car…
At least it’s not in the road!”
(Ah-Haaaa!)
“Making Due”
So Many Tasks
“To get out the door – OMGawd!”
But,
“I can’t afford Kleenex.”
“There He Goes Again:
Tropical Storm Jerry
Bat Squeeks
Introverts’ Night Out
So My Eldest :D
Got My Ticket For Tonight!
Trauma Survivors
A Wise Doctor Once Wrote
Queen Of The Damned For Plot
In The Gloom
“My bed is like a tomb.”
“Clyde”
“Also for ‘col-lide’ – har har!”
Clyde
“Like Bonnie and Clyde – but where the terrible demise ending happened first, and now we must partner for having fun.
Or maybe it’s just another big illusion – another ‘hitchhiker’ putting me under its gun.”
The Accident
“At this point, I think I should name it, for it is surely a dominant character in my life now – albeit muchly unwanted.”
Word of The Day: Remnant
“As in, what little bit was left of supporting a woman’s pride.
A heavy blow – if she’d allowed herself to care for the loss.”
The Last Remnant
She had pieced together the favored undergarment one last time, patching it here and there against its resistance under dwindling time’s pressure – to find the support wire completely bursting out through the once surrounding fabric in a final triumph of its determined rebellion just as she entered the pavillion.
Disclosure, Part 2
“Oh, that’s right – you can’t walk!
My bad…”
Tears
“Today’s tension migraine brought to you by…”
Yeah…
Kidding Around
“Can two wrecked halves make a healed whole?”
French Pharmacy Signs
Let’s Do It
Complications
Hypervigilance
The New Rave
Detour-mination
“It’s hilarious how the directions kept pushimg me to cross over high-arcing and interweaving bridges – but I kept working my way out of the cornering guidance.”
OMG
“So I’m cooking bacon in the hotel room with the overhead fan on, noticing how the pan is cooking unevenly and wondering why the room is getting smoky.
It turns out that the the fan has no exhaust piping – it just sucks up and spits out the smoke into the room.
So then I rush to open the window, and the chain to the back one-piece sun screen comes off, while the front one already down never had the option to be rolled up again.
Then I finagle the tall lamp over to prop the screens up and let in the cool air while dashing to open my room’s door to dissipate the smoke now flooding down the main cooridor.
I call the front desk gal, and she apologizes for lack of room functionality, reassuring me that everyone loves the smell of bacon and that she’ll make a maintenance report.
Once the smoke has thinned, I travel down to her to return used owels and give her my second package of bacon because she’d mentioned before how she loves it, and there’s no way I’m tempting fate a second time.
Meanwhile. I keep praying as I travel the smoke-filled halls now dIstributing to the entire building, ‘Please – not the sprinklers! Please – not the sprinklers!’ Please – not the sprinklers!”
Back To Basics
“I couldn’t figure out how to get the portable burner to work for cooking, no matter what buttons that I was pushing.
But when I called for help down to the lobby, I realized that I needed to first plug it into the wall socket!”
Huh…
“I must have gone to the wrong event last night -?”
Maniacal Laughter
“When I phoned to check status, the message answered: ‘Thanks for calling. Goodbye.’
And hung up on me.”
Candid Corvid Productions 