Practice prompted flash, rusty in Flash Friday
- July 1, 2015, 9:13 p.m.
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Ok, this is my first prompted flash Friday in forever. It’s silly and ill conceived, but took less than fifteen minutes from conception to completion. Now that it’s out of my system I might do a real one by Friday.
“Dad, you have no credibility.”
“That’s a fancy word.”
“You broke the easter bunny to me with a joke; why does the easter bunny hide eggs? He doesn’t want anyone to know he’s been fucking chickens. I was eight. I gave up on Santa clause so I didn’t have to hear about Santa, the birds and the bees.”
“Yeah, but I’m talking about a song here, I don’t mess with songs. “
“Jesus H Christ, sure you do.”
A slender middle aged woman opened the door, threw her keys on the table, raised an eyebrow.
“what’s going on here boys.”
“Dad is trying to tell me the theme song to weeds was a real song before the show, that it was on the radio and shit, like a protest song.”
“Language young man.”
“fucking sorry.”
“You two are cast from the same mold, swear to god, and I mean bacteria on cheese, not a cast.”
Yeah, but he’s bullshitting me … fucking sorry.”
“No, no he’s not. You’ve got a laptop, a tablet and a smartphone, look it up.”
“I won’t, even if it’s true it’s like playing stud with deuces, treys , suicide kings and one eyes jacks wild; everyone gets five of a kind.”
“Huh, I suppose you think they wrote the national anthem just for baseball games?”
“You know anyone who can sing it sober that isn’t a pro?”
“Not the point.”
“Not your point”
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Deleted user ⋅ July 01, 2015
:-)