Uncle Duke
@uncleduke1969
Does this look infected? Just My Nonsense: My Least Worst:
“There are enough donuts here to last a lifetime!” thought Jerome, his nose twitching with excitement. Three hours later, he found himself sprawled on his back in a shallow puddle of milk at the bottom of the bowl, staring at the ceiling, feeling overwhelmed by shame and regret.
In a suburban Home Depot parking lot, five men in orange aprons stand in a semicircle, staring at the ground. “Alas, is not one among us fit to rule?” decries the eldest. From behind them comes a small, quavering voice. “I would like to try.” They turn as one to find young Arthur of Lawn and Garden.
“The guy in 3C has drugs in his butt.” “Hush now, Tim, we’re on vacation.”
when you’re locked out of the house and you can see the keys sitting right there on the table
“Are you okay, ma’am?” “I think I swallowed my router.” “Here, take my seat.”
“I told Stu that he’d had too much to drink,” said one of the four, asking not to be identified, “he had no business being behind the wheel.”
Drained, Chester sat down and waited for the police to arrive. Staring at Alan’s still-warm body laying among the empty shells, he felt no remorse. There were two sacred rules. You didn’t touch another man’s wife, or another man’s nuts. His ears perked up as the sound of sirens rose in the distance.
Eddie borrowed his cousin Junior’s IROC-Z so he could go see his buddy Kevin play drums for a 38 Special cover band downtown tonight at the Elks Lodge and he says you can come too if you kick in five bucks for gas.
It was Timothy’s second week undercover, and frankly, he was getting absolutely nowhere.