How Lunch Got This Man A Wife Named Dan
I met my wife in the most romantic place in the world: a Chinese fast food restaurant. It escapes me how a server in the standard waitress uniform of black pants and white shirt could look glamourous and graceful. But those qualities did not escape her.
Bobby Girl In A Bobbie World
On a staircase surrounded by a multitude of women is that singular man named Bobby. He is easily detected—not by his manhood and the others' lack of one—but from whatever the others are having that he is not. Military apologists and hypercritics could spend hours discussing or debating the incongruence of Bobby being a marine and a nurse. This story is not about either one. It’s about Bobby’s averted gaze of dissimilarity and whether it comes from a former marine or a future nurse.
Hey Bald Man!
The only time you hear the unadulterated truth is when it comes from drunks . . . and children. So she patted me on the head and yelled, “Race you to the moon!”
Lintsagna And A Hard Pill To Swallow
What I pulled out was scandalous. At first, I thought one of her children had dried her cat, and what was left of the poor guy was attached to the filter. It did not smell like dead cat though. It looked like a burned lasagna to me.
Bus Stop Butchery
Jabba the Hut and Blubber Butt. The rocks kept stinging; the fat slurs kept ringing.