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Weekly Challenge #1035 – PICK TWO Stings Low flying Supply Clothes pegs Stick
The next topic is Twist
RICHARD
Plump
“What do you think?”
As pouts go, it’s fair to say this one resembled an inflatable dinghy stuck on her face in place of a mouth.
“What on earth have you done?” I asked.
“Bee stings” she replied, “It’s new at the beauty salon for the plumpest lips ever. It is rather expensive, though.”
I asked her how much. She told me.
“You have to be joking!” I spluttered. “I can do the same, for free.”
She gave me a disbelieving look, “Go on then”.
I grabbed a handful of clothes pegs.
“Clip these on for a bit”, I said.
LIZZIE
It stings. How about this one? It stings too. But what is happening? All the dresses sting? The whole supply is ruined. Who bought the fabric? Some obscure assistant took a step forward. Where did you buy the fabric? Where?! The assistant spun around, and laughed demonically. This is revenge, she said, I should be the head designer. Now, everyone will die. She spun around again and ran away. Everyone looked stunned. The fabric was disposed of by biohazard teams. Everyone was checked at the hospital, and no one died. The financial hit was catastrophic. And that was the revenge.
LEWIE
Zip!
“What was that?” asked John, as he dodged and touched his ear lobe.
Phittt!
John looked back. Nancy was throwing clothes pegs at him from her supply.
“We are over!” she exclaimed as another low-flying peg clipped his forehead.
“Over?” John asked. “We were together?”
Another peg smacked his temple as he fell into the clotheslines.
“Wait, wait, wait! Were we really together?”
SLAP!
Nancy tightened the strings around him with more clothes pegs.
“Don’t ever tell me you’re tied up, unless I put you there,” she demanded.
“I’m tied up,” he whimpered.
“Good riddance!”
“I love you?”
“Fine.”
TOM
Döstädning
A term in Swedish: to de-clutter so your friend doesn’t have to wade through the bio-mass of your stuff. Well, that didn’t happen so armed with def-con level three cleaning supplies I enter day 7 of: The night of a Thousand CDs. I soldier on despite the cat pee. Somewhere middle pile I come across a Cd labeled: No Strings. A groundbreaking work. I figure it’s a revival production. On closer inspection it turns out to the Broadway original. I pop it in the player and I drift back to my mom’s Living room in the 60’s. Not dead yet.
NORVAL JOE
“Yes, I want you for myself,” Mandi said, turning her back on Billbert. “It stings me that I knew you first. I fell in love with you immediately when we flew together on my birthday. Then all she had to do was stick that ring on your finger, and you were hers.”
Billbert put a hand gently on her shoulder. “I do like you a lot. Probably more than Sabrina, but I don’t think we should leave her trapped in a magic magnifying glass.”
Disappointed, but resigned, Mandi said, “Okay. Let’s go down to the kitchen to let her out.”
SERENDIPIDY
I went to school with a girl who was allergic to bee stings. Just one, and she’d swell up like a balloon.
I thought it was hilarious.
My grandfather kept a number of hives and made his own honey, so I had a reliable supply of bees, which I’d collect and capture in a jar. Whenever lessons got boring, I’d release a few into class and enjoy the mayhem that followed.
I never got found out.
Which is a good thing, really.
Especially after she choked on her tongue and died on the classroom floor.
Nature can be a bitch!
PLANET Z
The new girl showed up in a full body, black cloak and black gloves that completely covered her body. The kids that sat next to her later said she smelled like a dead person. Maybe she was? A zombie reanimated and scientist put her in a third grade classroom in Paducah Kentucky. Most kids would tease and torment a kid like that, but we were raised better and smothered her with politeness and kindness. I guess all the attention caused problems because after a week she was gone. Sam say she moved. Others say her family killed her for socializing.
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The next topic is Twist
RICHARD
Plump
“What do you think?”
As pouts go, it’s fair to say this one resembled an inflatable dinghy stuck on her face in place of a mouth.
“What on earth have you done?” I asked.
“Bee stings” she replied, “It’s new at the beauty salon for the plumpest lips ever. It is rather expensive, though.”
I asked her how much. She told me.
“You have to be joking!” I spluttered. “I can do the same, for free.”
She gave me a disbelieving look, “Go on then”.
I grabbed a handful of clothes pegs.
“Clip these on for a bit”, I said.
LIZZIE
It stings. How about this one? It stings too. But what is happening? All the dresses sting? The whole supply is ruined. Who bought the fabric? Some obscure assistant took a step forward. Where did you buy the fabric? Where?! The assistant spun around, and laughed demonically. This is revenge, she said, I should be the head designer. Now, everyone will die. She spun around again and ran away. Everyone looked stunned. The fabric was disposed of by biohazard teams. Everyone was checked at the hospital, and no one died. The financial hit was catastrophic. And that was the revenge.
LEWIE
Zip!
“What was that?” asked John, as he dodged and touched his ear lobe.
Phittt!
John looked back. Nancy was throwing clothes pegs at him from her supply.
“We are over!” she exclaimed as another low-flying peg clipped his forehead.
“Over?” John asked. “We were together?”
Another peg smacked his temple as he fell into the clotheslines.
“Wait, wait, wait! Were we really together?”
SLAP!
Nancy tightened the strings around him with more clothes pegs.
“Don’t ever tell me you’re tied up, unless I put you there,” she demanded.
“I’m tied up,” he whimpered.
“Good riddance!”
“I love you?”
“Fine.”
TOM
Döstädning
A term in Swedish: to de-clutter so your friend doesn’t have to wade through the bio-mass of your stuff. Well, that didn’t happen so armed with def-con level three cleaning supplies I enter day 7 of: The night of a Thousand CDs. I soldier on despite the cat pee. Somewhere middle pile I come across a Cd labeled: No Strings. A groundbreaking work. I figure it’s a revival production. On closer inspection it turns out to the Broadway original. I pop it in the player and I drift back to my mom’s Living room in the 60’s. Not dead yet.
NORVAL JOE
“Yes, I want you for myself,” Mandi said, turning her back on Billbert. “It stings me that I knew you first. I fell in love with you immediately when we flew together on my birthday. Then all she had to do was stick that ring on your finger, and you were hers.”
Billbert put a hand gently on her shoulder. “I do like you a lot. Probably more than Sabrina, but I don’t think we should leave her trapped in a magic magnifying glass.”
Disappointed, but resigned, Mandi said, “Okay. Let’s go down to the kitchen to let her out.”
SERENDIPIDY
I went to school with a girl who was allergic to bee stings. Just one, and she’d swell up like a balloon.
I thought it was hilarious.
My grandfather kept a number of hives and made his own honey, so I had a reliable supply of bees, which I’d collect and capture in a jar. Whenever lessons got boring, I’d release a few into class and enjoy the mayhem that followed.
I never got found out.
Which is a good thing, really.
Especially after she choked on her tongue and died on the classroom floor.
Nature can be a bitch!
PLANET Z
The new girl showed up in a full body, black cloak and black gloves that completely covered her body. The kids that sat next to her later said she smelled like a dead person. Maybe she was? A zombie reanimated and scientist put her in a third grade classroom in Paducah Kentucky. Most kids would tease and torment a kid like that, but we were raised better and smothered her with politeness and kindness. I guess all the attention caused problems because after a week she was gone. Sam say she moved. Others say her family killed her for socializing.