I'm going to attempt to compose a story in blog form. I'll only write for ten minutes each entry, but I may post 2 or 3 entries a day. I hope this works out, because, if so, the remainder of my post will flow.
He we go.
Thump. Thump. ... Thump. Thump. My heart rang through my cabbage. "OI! Why'd you go and do that you butter up winged dung beetle!"
"Sorry bout that mate. All in a bit of fun."
I had just been a victim of a sidewalk jumper. They are those pesky little kids who wait on the side of the road for a driver that's not paying attention. As soon as the car gets close, they smack the window and scare the noodle-pops out of ya. That little one just made me hang up on me mum. She'll not be none to happy. All right, shhhh. I'm calling her back.
"Hi mum! Sorry bout that, there was a bee in the car... Mum, I know... Yes ma'am... Yes ma'am... Well see I'm on my way to 'er work right now... Okay mum, love ya bye."
Oi, me mum's a nut job. Wanted to know if I was still with my wife. She thinks that I'm like her, like divorce an' all.
[To be continued]
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