Biting the Hand
Gus, a PETA advocate, thought if he just fed the gator, it would see he was on the side of all animals, including gators. The gator’s response was more like that of a divorce lawyer, a politician, or a bad tempered pit bull.
Gus, a PETA advocate, thought if he just fed the gator, it would see he was on the side of all animals, including gators. The gator’s response was more like that of a divorce lawyer, a politician, or a bad tempered pit bull.
Westley was beginning to wonder if his career path as a dental hygienist had been the best choice . . .
It had been billed as a Montana Rock Concert, and true enough, the rocks were there, but it was hard to imagine where the music came in. Little rocks falling from or on big rocks may have passed for percussion, but this was to have been rock, not hip-hop/rap, both genres where not only is music not heard, it isn’t even desired . . .
Billie, Tom and Manfred had practiced long and hard for the Olympic bobsled team, but just couldn’t find a fourth player. Since emigrating from Africa years before, they had come to love their new home and wanted to participate in the bobsled or Luge events to represent their new home. The feeling was that based on Newtonian physics, their mass, once in motion, could only help. Without a team of four though, their application was rejected. Maybe one of the swimming events? Manfred promised to get on eBay right away and buy their Speedos.
Everyone was in a hurry; the Senator was giving out free tickets for the wedding of his son, and the rumor had it that he was also showing everyone his new gun. After all, it was Montana. . .
Michael, when asked, “How Y’all doing, Mikey?” always tried to sound positive, but between an acrimonious divorce, spousal and child support, losing his insurance and an expensive new girlfriend–not to mention the payments on his Corvette and bass boat–was barely keeping his head above water . . .