The guys had cut back on their after work beer for most of the year, trying to save enough money to go to the Super Bowl, but the only tickets available were from the eBay scalpers and they just hadn’t saved enough for tickets and the travel costs. Maybe they could make the NBA finals if they could get tickets early enough. And anyway, the Rams weren’t playing. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Charlie had always had three points on one side of his antlers and four on the other; the does were intrigued and called it cute–maybe the cutest in Glacier Park. Then one day, two hunter types drove in with a gun rack in their truck, saw Charlie, and one said to the other, “Nice atypical,” while pointing at him. He didn’t know what that meant, but he hoped the girls didn’t hear; it couldn’t be good could it?. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Chloe, Twyla and Lu Anne all agreed; they needed a girls’ night out. The problem came when deciding on what to do. Chloe wanted to go to the sushi bar and maybe have some sake; Twyla wanted to see the new Slasher/Texas Chainsaw Massacre flick; and Lu Anne wanted to see Cirque du Soleil, who happened to be in town, or the local production of “Cats”. There didn’t seem to be a lot of common ground. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Robert had graduated from the University of Phoenix (On Line) with a degree in pest control and a master’s in rodent eradication. He hadn’t minded being called “Bob” (not your uncle) while in school, but thought that now that he was successful in the rodent control business, he should be a accorded a little more dignity and be called Robert . . . . David, Sf.G.
Being a ground hog wasn’t a bad job; you only had to work one day a year and sleep close to half a year in hibernation (or was that estivation?) Luigi wondered why, after years–in fact, generations–of loyal service, they couldn’t send the ground hogs to Florida and Disney World for at least part of the winter. No matter what kind of fancy mattress you have, you do get some cramps and kinks in your back after the first month or so of hibernation (or was that estivation?) And who wouldn’t want to see Goofy? . . . . David, Sf.G.
As a child, Wayne had been a nose-picker; it was a hard habit to break, but he had succeeded except when he met a new girl. Even then he didn’t really pick his nose, just sort of scratched the tip. Still, the girls hadn’t found it endearing . . . . David, Sf.G.