Never Give a Writer a Bkank Sheet of Paper

Published on by Francesca Quarto

My dear husband brought me a small box of sheer evil today. Oh yeah, they looked harmless in their yellow plumpness, springy to the touch, begging to be squeezed. I put them aside and told myself I was saving the indulgence so I could savor the moment.

That was a load of bull twicky if ever there was any! By the way, don't bother to look up twicky...it's origin, as it accompanies the word bull, is probably somewhere near the place where the movie "Deliverance" was shot.

Any way, twenty minutes after the aforementioned box arrived, my self control dissolved like an antacid tablet and I stuffed everyone of those bastard Peeps into my mouth!

This sugar buzz won't last any longer than the birds...right?

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