Head in the Sand
Juan was offended; he wasn’t an ostrich, burying his head in the sand to avoid unpleasantness. There was just no other place to get a good meal of fat grubs . . .
What To Do?
The Attorney General was in a dilemma–Trump wanted Hillary investigated, Bernie Sanders wanted Trump investigated–what to do? Maybe she’d just bury her head in the sand and wait till it all went away.
Default Winner
Oswald had signed up as an independent in the race for governor as the champion of the Avian party. It had just been a joke with a stated goal of “Avian Equality”, but when the Democratic candidate got caught for improper campaign fund use, and the Republican candidate had been arraigned for misuse of power, Oswald had been the last man (bird?) standing. He wondered if he would have to give up his Barista job . . .
Still Wondering
Eustace was still wondering why he hadn’t been picked during the NBA draft, not even the 23rd choice–he had long legs, he was fast, and he even had that cute little “soul patch” on his chin that a lot of the guys had. Maybe the NBA teams wanted players with more tattoos . . . . . David, Sf.G.