to clean my house.
Come on… you have no idea how much money I may have in my pocket!!
to clean my house.
Come on… you have no idea how much money I may have in my pocket!!
Jack and I were chatting about music earlier, I told him I would post this song.
Somewhere Down the Crazy River
Robbie Robertson
Hi! Welcome to Daisy Chain Round Robin Whooseywhat themed 50 word fiction Friday. This week, we’ll each add on to the previous post of 50 words, stringing together one long story. Wheeee! Thomas generously provided me with a story, however, it was 53 words! So I had to edit it. Now I am torn between giving him smooches of gratitude, or a spanking. What’s it going to be, Thomas?
Ok, let the story fun begin. I’ll write some tomorrow, as, technically, it is Thursday evening for me, and Louise is chatting me up about something. Probably something to do with Satan.
Radishes. Every day, more stinking radishes. It didn’t matter that she was the pixie protectorate of produce in Pricilla Pettigrew’s prized patch, all she knew was that if she was forced to place dewdrops on any more radishes, she would magically string them together and shove them up Pricilla’s ass.