Posted by celiapleete in genepool | Comments
A Letter To You, Genie
Before sending any missive in the mail, Alfred trusted his floating genie head to review the content for spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. The genie wished he would ask for something a little more substantial – proper furniture, for one – but she simply rolled her eyes and made her English degree worth it.
Posted by celiapleete in genepool, religion | Comments
Off To A New Start.
“I’m old enough now,” cried Isobel one fateful day, “and Albert Glover over in Reedstown, he’s sayin’ he wants my hand in marriage.”
“Fine, I reckon,” muttered Pa, taking another swig out of his hooch jug. “Y’ain’t knocked up or nothin’, are yeh?”
“Supposin’ I was? But I ain’t.”
“Ain’t nothin’ new. Yer maw had you at 12, and lookin’ at you, I’d say you’re right for the marryin’.”
CommentPosted by celiapleete in genepool | Comments
The Boy In The Bubble.
Life in the Transparent Sphere had gotten tiresome, thought Gregory. As he reclined upon his chaise lounge, he thought about happier times in the Outside World, particularly his rendezvous days with the lovely Ursula, a buxom Teuton with a knack for making the perfect wienerschnitzel. But these days, Ursula was cooking for the dapper, moustachioed Roscoe, and he was doomed to a life berift of germs and delicious salted pork.
CommentPosted by celiapleete in genepool | Comments
Mainstay In The Workplace
“And as you can see, Mr. Rochester, I finished the report on time, complete, and without a single typo. I think this demonstrates I’m a valuable asset to the workplace.”
“I suppose you are, my dear, but I was thinking about two very DIFFERENT kinds of ‘assets’ you have when I hired you.”
CommentPosted by celiapleete in genepool, holidaze | Comments
Trees To Meet You.
Not satisfied with toilet papering the entire neighborhood’s trees that Halloween, Sara took Mischief Night forward that year and stole everyone’s Christmas decorations. She was daring to do so in broad daylight, but “that’s part of the fun,” she said flippantly, puffing on another Kool.
CommentPosted by celiapleete in fashion, genepool | Comments
Wedding Night Secrets.
“I know one thing’s for sure…tonight’s our wedding night, and first thing I’m gonna do when we get to the inn…”
“Ohhh, Harold! Tee hee!”
“…I’m gonna find out what the secret is to Maude’s massive shoulders.”
Comment