It’s been awhile since we did this. The rules: post a story, six words or [del]less[/del] fewer.
I closed my eyes, and grunted.
“Get back your barstool, Daddy.”
We timed her menstrual cycles, halfheartedly.
It’s not that revolting. Just off-putting.
It popped like a grape.
“Remember birdsong?”
My wife actually said that to me the other night.
She wept, and then farted, wetly.
I slapped that jerk hard.
Got Massed up then ashed yesterday.
Two hearts, one bed, one life.
I saw you with my sister.
Sometimes things make sense, with whiskey.
Boy meets girl. Sometimes, that’s it.
For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn, 25 pair (our late uncle had some highly unusual fetishes). :o
“Let him go Patagonia. He belongs to the earth”
“Smell my smell!!” she screamed, lurching after him in her scuffed red Blahniks.
“Me Chinese, me play joke” purred Chang as the fondled the rusted Colt Dragoon.
“Put away that broom. One Chester White’s all a grown man can handle son”.
Let me guess. You guys go through the “six items or less” lane at the supermarket with a cart full of groceries too.
Close the curtains, Geoffrey, I’m amphibious.
For sale: one bed. Divorce costs.
Never, ever speed-read the Necronomicon.
People really do taste like pork.
“She’s got teeth down there!”
The flamethrower; an ideal problem solver.
“Will you marry me?” She laughed.
Dinner: cucumbersalad with tears and vinegar.
Dead ate living; all gone. Tasty.
All is lost. Sauron has it.
Who killed Mr. Smith? The Butler.
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The pedant shrieked his arms akimbo.
Joker’s loose again. Stupid Arkham. Punisher?
Puff meets Smaug. Bite sized. Yum.