Tag: skyping’
#208
- by Ms. Eek
And as I sat there, watching them take the chicken carcass apart like madmen, I couldn’t help but wonder…
Why they didn’t just grab a chicken leg off of the plate beside it.
Some people have too much time on their hands. Especially those arty types.
Beyond that, there’s the tissue box sitting beside them…
Painted up like an alfresco cappucino (moccha latte perhaps?)
And the oranges, dimpled like golfballs.
Where do they think they are?
#207
- by Ms. Eek
Some more Skyping…
While we’re on the subject, what about the complementary dishcloths that came with that mean?
mean?
Yes, they slap you with them if the mood takes them.
Odd way to behave, but I’ve heard worse.
What are you talking about?
Oh, you missed the second-course didn’t you?
What second course? We’re at a bus-stop.
Oh… Oh so we are.
You’re weird.
No, just out of synch with the world. I’m holding a conversation from this evening.
#206
- by Ms. Eek
More skyping…
You try to please everyone and you end up in suburbia with only a 4wd to love.
Unless you take the blue pill, in which case the walls of reality come crashing down and you wake in a world where John Howard really was Prime Minister.
And not just a nasty little oik with delusions of stature.