Mondays
The cat crouched on the table, twirling a knife. I paused, knowing I’d be late for work once again. I removed my tie and picked up a sword.
At the Girlfriend’s House
He groaned in pain. His knuckles turned white as the scent of uncertainty filled the little room. “Chili,” said he, “you betrayed me.”
Exit, Stage Left
The gun is real. As the stagehands move the body offstage, a clueless spectator gushes: “This play’s so realistic!” The sirens draw closer.
Professor Plum’s Admission
I confess: I did it with Miss Scarlett in the Conservatory with a rope. Twice.
Follow Through
Dwayne, remembering the key to many sports, followed through a little too well when trying to best his roommates in the farting competition.
Naughty
Dear Santa, I’ve been very naughty this year. I have the video to prove it. Meet me for milk and cookies; we can watch it together. Yours truly.