Winging It.
November 12, 2007
“Practise, practise, practise“,
murmured Mother as the postman
crawled towards his bicycle.
Edgar flushed stormily and tossed
the crossbow to Virgil.
~*~
A Column Inch
T’was a dark and stormy night, and all the ghouls were creeping… Small tales from the Dark Side. Almost fresh every Friday.
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November 12, 2007 at 11:17 am
And in other news, Postman Pat’s black and white cat voiced her grief in a pitying yowl that echoed across the valley at the mailman’s tragic demise earlier today.
November 12, 2007 at 11:47 am
His own fault really. I mean everyone shoots the messenger.
November 12, 2007 at 11:48 am
dolface: ah, so that’s the reason. I thought Mother had set her sights on a new collar for her black and white coat again…
kyknoord: that’s what we said at the trial!
November 13, 2007 at 6:43 pm
Hmm, I would have thought Edna would have time to get another shot in, I mean the postman does always ring twice, doesn’t he?
November 14, 2007 at 9:49 am
Not if you hack off his fingers.
November 14, 2007 at 11:12 am
Parenthesis: we have a very long driveway – he didn’t even make it through the first pit of asps, let alone to the front door. (Can anyone say amateur?)
crayola dude lives!: you’ll make a lovely Repeat Offender someday, dear. I’m so proud.
November 14, 2007 at 2:49 pm
Aye, I’m back in the mix, as it where.
Trouble is, if I hang around this place too long, I might wind up in the mixer…
November 14, 2007 at 5:24 pm
crayolad: um…heheheh… that little ol’ charge? *shuffle* Just a rumour, dear – nothing was ever proven.
November 14, 2007 at 8:30 pm
But patricide* has such endearing charm Mrs B ;)
*If the tales told are to be believed**
**You have you seen advert of the intelligent milk bottle?
November 15, 2007 at 6:59 pm
I do wished one could just favourite a comment here, mused infini, as her fingers hovered over dolcetoo’s words
November 15, 2007 at 7:00 pm
I do wish one could just favourite a comment here, mused infini, as her fingers hovered over dolcetoo’s words
November 16, 2007 at 10:12 am
Parenthesis: ***what?
infini: you’re back! We’ve missed you.
infini: you’re back! We’ve missed you.
November 16, 2007 at 1:41 pm
LOL
I tried to hit STOP when I noted my typo.. yaaas, the great infini is baaack ;p
Wots all this PIF business, Mrs B, losing your grip on your legendary tightfistedness?
November 16, 2007 at 2:08 pm
infini: oh, that. Mr. Benitez’s Life Insurance Policy finally paid out. Besides, I said the gift would be a Surprise! – I didn’t say what kind of Surprise!, did I? ;P
(It will be lovely, I swear.)