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THE FUNNY BONE PLOT
“Hey, Burt. Guess what?” “What is it, Bart?” “I was down by the pier having a casual smoke and, in the bay, was a crate I found lapping against the waves. Curious, I fished it out––don’t ask me how––and opened it with a crowbar I happened to find along the quay. And of all the things in the world, do you know what I saw?” “Gosh, Bart. What did you see?” “Nothing!” “Nothing?” “Nothing. Zip. Empty air. So, after groaning a long-winded show of frustration, I kicked the crate back into the bay, went to take out another smoke and found that the words I was muttering started to spill outta m...
SOCKS
SOCKS“Well, I know it’s not that much, son. Of course, I figured you could take the money there in the envelope andbuy want you wanted, but I did want to get you a little something to go with the cash.”“Good Lord, Dot, how many pairs of socks is it? You must think the boy doesn’t have a pair to his name.”“It’s only ten pair, Charles, and I know how much college boys don’t like to do laundry. No offense, son, but that room of yours just reeked that last time we were there. I know it’s not your fault, what with all those strong, athletic boys hanging their sweaty gym clothes over the furniture t...
Lucky Darren
Darren stood in the front of the boardroom with all of the ease and confidence that his illustrious career had granted him. Seated at the long wooden table in front of him were several of the partners at his firm. It was no big deal. Their newest consulting client had approached their firm with such a simple problem: revenue was down; it needed to go up. Too easy. Switch up your marketing plan. Focus on enhancing your products. Listen to your customers. Same shit as always. Darrenwww.onedoor.cc was what every man wanted to be - tall, objectively handsome, charismatic. At just 28, he was well on his way to b...
A Shady Brady
I couldn’t recall exactly where I’d been, but I definitely heard Mom calling all of us to dinner so I snapped out of my fog.The long table next to the family room was big enough for the entire family and it was nicely set. Even though we were made to drink milk with dinner which I didn’t like. Mom and Dad had grownup drinks it seemed. Maybe it was iced tea but I didn’t think so. I would have preferred it to milk no matter what it was. Cindy, Marsha and I sat on one side of the table and Bobby, Peter and Greg sat on the other. There was a large roast beef, mashed potatoes, peas and rolls. It t...