Doing Hydrotherapy._The Two Shades of Luck_Thank You For Coming To My Unofficial Ted Talk_Centre Sta
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Doing Hydrotherapy.
It was all more bad luck really. Hilary got the bad news from her doctor. Her painful left knee was cactus. Her GP prescribed her some anti-inflammatory tablets, and recommended that Hilary, aka Hilaria, take up hydrotherapy. She felt her sagging heart sink to her boots. Reluctantly, Hilary went home and shared her news with Ben, her husband. She booked a session at the aquatic center in a neighboring suburb. All her couch potato husband said was, "You can't drive the car tomorrow. I'm taking it the panel beater's at Hometown Smash Repairs. You put another dint in it. There's a bus that goes a...
The Two Shades of Luck
The Collector. A Chance Meeting. How Luck Works. It was a warm spring night in the forested plain three miles north of the Free City of Enceröss. Blustering westerly winds rustled the trees surrounding the riverside glade where thwww.onedoor.cce academic Vabriel Shuno parked his wagon. Hitched to the wagon, his stalwart mule brayed nervously. “Easy, Cavalier,” the Mulzunite soothed, adjusting his parchment and inkwell on his desk. Cavalier snorted. An oil lantern wobbled above from a high hook to spill light over him and the wagon. Vabriel worked diligently at a collapsible desk built into its side. He wore...
Thank You For Coming To My Unofficial Ted Talk
[This story includes a multitude of cuss words used for humor]“I am here to answer all the questions you’ve never truly asked yourself. My name is Lea, though the name I go by up here is The Comedic Duo, and I am here to present my comedy skit, Questions. Now I know that may seem like a massive commitment on my part, and trust me, I have zero desire to make you uncomfortable or to, of course, seem like a know-it-all, therefore in order to avoid that let’s start with a simple question. How do earbuds always end up in knots? Well I’ll tell you, I’ve got you. You see, earbuds always end up in kno...
Centre Stage
‘You’re shit!’ Where on earth did that come from? Everyone in the room turns to stare at me. My heckle may not be very sophisticated but I think it’s justified. My girlfriend stares at me in disbelief and quickly drops her gaze in embarrassment, staring deep into her half-empty G&T. I sense a general uncomfortable air of awkwardness for the so-called comedian on the small raised stage and I feel the audience are waiting for a suitable put-down response that might kick-start his act. ‘Err – yeah well, erm, I think you’re shit too, mate.’ That’s a pretty lame retort, I think you’ll agree. Nev...