"Oh dear, that wasn't a fart" **** Her husband used condoms. I didn't. **** I didn't think it was loaded. **** Exit bag runs out of helium. **** Sorry, lead bullets can't hurt me.
Little girls sing sweet fey whimsies. Mirror images, yet so very different. In one thought a story abounded. In balance we found inner peace. Black and White excluded the Grey. She breathed in and exhaled life. Tea cups shattered and clocks twanged.