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Your three words, my little story 8-17-16

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Michael’s words: bananas, ocean & space

 

Michael’s favorite sandwich was sometimes called an Elvis Sandwich or simply The Elvis. It’s easy to make since all you need is bread, peanut butter and BANANAS. Some people put it on toast, with honey or even grill it. A friend told him to, “Add some bacon to it.” However, he couldn’t wrap his head around that taste. He loves bacon and likes peanut butter and bananas, but not together. He couldn’t imagine wasting a piece of bacon like that.

 
He told his friend, “Bacon was put on this earth to eat as a snack.” He decided to bring some Elvis Sandwiches, a bag of bacon and some water for the trip tomorrow. It was going to cost him and five of his friends $300 a piece for the deep sea charter. The eighteen hundred dollars covers the boat, a twelve hour trip, the Captain, first mate, boat, chum and bait. Rather expensive, but it’s a trip way out in the OCEAN. So the price, that normally could buy two weeks of groceries was well worth it.

 
Michael’s buddy Joe, got a little sick and started his own style of chumming. Michael said, “Let’s get you down below, so you can get some rest.”

 
Another friend said, “I can’t swim that good. I was all right as long as I could see land, but we’re so far out here, I’m a little scared. All I see is rough wavy water, blue sky and wide open SPACE.”
Michael again said, “Let’s get you down below, so you can get some rest.”

 

Now it was only four fishermen, which made it much easier on the first mate. He only had to bait four lines and less fish to take off the hooks, if the Captain guided them over some fish. That also meant his tip would be less, unless Joe gave him extra for cleaning his chum off the boat.

 
But Michael didn’t have share as much of his bacon, so he was good with it.

Your three words, my little story 8-16-16

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Casey’s words: microwave, shed & seagull

Casey carefully walked back from her SHED, carrying her old small MICROWAVE. Her peppy little Spike was jumping all over her and running between her legs. At one point she stopped walking, and yelled, “Stop it Spikie!” She thought he stopped, but what he did was sneak up behind her and tripped her. As she was getting up she noticed the glass in the microwave door was broken. Now she had two microwaves that didn’t work and that was going to change her beach plans.

“Spikie baby, now I have to buy one.” She picked herself up, stepped onto the deck and into her home. After giving Spike some food, water and a big hug she left for the Wilson Wal-Mart. She was pulling into the jammed parking lot, when she decided to give up shopping and headed toward Sloan. The beach was on the west side of the small town of Sloan. Now she’s in a hurry, because he was probably already there.

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She yelled, “I’m here!”

“It’s about time honey.”

Casey said, “ Now I wished you picked me up.”

“Well, I wanted to, but you….”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. If you were there you could have helped me with my microwave. I dropped it, now I have to buy another one. When we leave, can you meet me at Wal-Mart?”

“Sure.”

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Heading back to Wilson. Wally was leading the way as he normally would do with Casey. While he was pulling into the Wal-Mart parking lot he always drives through the seagulls. He loved watching them scatter. One scooted over Wally’s car and that SEAGULL splattered all over Casey’s windshield. “Gross!”

Your three words, my little story 8-14-16

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Jim’s words: Shirley, ninja & blow-dry

 

He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way before. They just moved there four days ago and she left two nights later. Like a NINJA vanishing in the middle of the night. Leaving not a trace only a note saying, I don’t feel it anymore, SHIRLEY.

 

The last thing he remembers saying to her before he went to work was, “Every time I want to talk, you pull that noisy thing out and BLOW-DRY your hair. Sometimes I think you do it just to drown me out.” She never acknowledged his presence, so he left.

 

Dawn streamed through the window the next morning and he hadn’t slept a wink. All he thought about, was why. He knew they had problems, but not this bad.

 

How could he possibly run an investigation into the death of that stranger with all this on his mind. His second day on the job as the Sloan Sheriff and he didn’t need this crap.

Your three words, my little story 8-12-16

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Jeanette’s words: skyscraper, scooter & dumpster

She was an adventurous young woman, but not enough to get a Harley. Her little SCOOTER was all the speed and weight she wanted to handle. She didn’t need anymore to get around her home town of Sloan. Her cute little open faced helmet put just enough air in her face to wake her up every morning. Great on gas and the basket hanging off the handle bars were normally enough to carry her groceries home.

While getting on her scooter behind the Doctor’s office she noticed something strange. On the other side of the DUMPSTER was a pair of shoes and they were on a pair of feet. When she went closer she stayed on her bike, because she could drive faster than run if she had to.

It looked like her friend Wally, but he was on vacation somewhere out in the desert. The body had scrapes, bruises and blood everywhere and it looked like it was thrown off of a SKYSCRAPER. However the closest building that could be considered a skyscraper was in Wilson and that was only a five story building.

She had no desire to get any closer, so she went back inside to get the doctor and call the sheriff. Doctor George came out with her and knelt over the body to check his pulse. They were waiting on the sheriff, when Betty walked toward the dumpster carrying a bag of garbage from the dinner. She saw the commotion and said, “what’s going on?”

Jeanette said, “this man is dead.”

“Who?”

Your three words, my little story 8-10-16

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Martie’s words: finger, pickles & munchkins

Martie and her boyfriend were lounging on the couch, while her thoughts went to a wet willy. All of a sudden a familiar advertisement came on the television about, “The Wizard of Oz.” She remembers watching this show every year as a kid, the lions and tigers and bears, oh my, would scare her. Often she reminisces how beautiful Glinda was, which was the good witch of the north. However, what really tickled her was the interaction between Judy Garland the MUNCHKINS. She couldn’t stop laughing at the sound of their high pitched voices. She often wondered if they were children or midgets.

Her boyfriend turned to the left to get his water, when she made her move. She licked her right pinkie FINGER and stuck it deep into his right ear then wiggled it. He jumped away and yelled, “I hate it when you do that.” He dropped his water bottle turned to stick both hands in her underarms.

She screeched, “No, please stop! I won’t do it again! Pl, pl, please!”

“You say that all the time, then you…. Crap, my ear’s all wet.”

“Well it’s better than when you stuck those PICKLES in my nose. I still owe you for that.”

“Yeah, that was funny.”