Giselle was more than a little unhappy–she had been passed over once again. She had been promised a new cabinet position, Secretary of Reptile Affairs. She had the qualifications, she could speak with a forked tongue, her slithering was unrivaled, she was by definition cold blooded, what could possibly have gone wrong? . . . . David, Sf.G.
Ethan (pictured) was glad he had talked to his buddy Clint before going to the new Avatar 3D movie; Clint told him the cardboard 3D glasses wouldn’t fit his wide head. Apparently, they were made for skinny-headed pencil-necked people. Take along the Swiss Army Knife and a little duct tape and every thing will be just fine. . . . . David, Sf.G.
As part of the weekend spa package Jill had given herself after dumping her useless football-watching, beer-drinking boyfriend, she had been told that the mud bath was good for exfoliating the dead dry skin cells and rejuvenating her dry, cracked, scaly skin, but she didn’t think it was working . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Jim Bob (pictured) even though from Texas, had never really liked country music. His real love was Tchaikovsky –Swan Lake, etc. After band in high school, a degree in music from the University of Phoenix (on line), and finally taking a doctorate in modern classics from Juilliard, Jim Bob was hoping for a job with a major orchestra, maybe in the percussion section, where his natural talents lay. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Jordan kept telling her boyfriend that she heard quite a lot of noise in the back of the truck; he blew her off and said, “It’s probably just loose tools or empty beer cans–don’t worry.” And then one day he checked and was pretty sure he found the cause of the noise . . . . David, Sf.G.
Congreve (his friends called him “Grevie”) prided himself on doing the unusual, including walking upside down to impress the girls. His motto was, “Call me normal and I’ll have to sue you for defamation of character”. . . . . David, Sf.G.