A:
I was thinking.... (Says as she
stares out the window adjusting her shorts)
Z:
Yea....she's alive! Wedgy? (He imitates a drum roll and follows her line
of sight)
A:
See that bike rider...
Z:
Yeah....
A:
How come they're not arrested?
Z:
(Grins, knowing where she is headed) I don't know, after all they are
peddling their arses.
A:
(Mouth agape) You knew that one,
eh?
Z:
(Does the Groucho Marx cigar pose) I got a million of 'em.
A:
Of course, you....errr...we do.
We like them jokes and puns.
Sorta along a naughty fractured fairy tale way.
Z:
All this just cause you wanna brain storm?
A:
It's either that or I go on a chocolate raid. (Looks sad)
I'm on a diet.
Z:
(Quickly hides the candy box) I
got something, Little Boy Blue was talking with Little Girl Pink.
A:
Adore those two pictures, should hang them in our office.
Z:
(Offers the hairy eyeball scowl and ignores her thought) Ya listening?
A:
(Dons the Mickey Mouse ears that
sit on top of her bookshelf above the computer) I'm all ears.
Z:
(Wrinkles his brow) Sure you want to diet, you get kinda loopy when you
are chocolate deprived.
A:
(Points to the ears)
Z:
Message received. Anyhotten
holler, Little Boy Blue says to Little Girl Pink: An Irishman walked out of a pub, stumbling
back and forth with a key in his hand. A
cop, one of All the King's horses and
All the King's men Hopscotch, Turner and Hooch, and Cocktail Management Unit on
the beat saw him and approached, 'Can I help you lad?'
A:
Lad?
Z:
Aye!
A:
So... what was up with the lad?
Z:
'Aye, sssshombody stole me oxcart!' the Irishman replied. (Zi knits eyebrows in a well embrowed way)
A:
Lad?
Z:
Lad. Enough with the lad stuff!
A:
Lad was a dog.
Z:
Enough. Let me continue. (Looks were exchanged... one teased, the
other just a canted head) The patrolmon
asked, 'Well now, where was your oxcart the last time you saw it?' (Zi
smiled) 'It was at the end of this key.' (The man held up a key) About this time the village cop happened to
notice that the Irishman's member (As in junk) was being exhibited for all to
see. (Aye the officer noticed...he was observant in that way) He (officer) then queried, 'Are you aware
that you are exposing yourself, sir?' The
Irishman looked down woefully and moaned, "Ooooh, damn...they got me
girlfriend, too!'"
A: (Laughs aloud)
That's a good one, we can use that in BALDERDASH
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Zi
Z:
Done. (Zi did that thing he oft
did... galloped like a cowboy smacking his own tushie)
A:
More!
Z:
Yeehaa!
A:
No...not a heehaw reenactment...more stories for the book. (She tilted her head in disbelief at his
previous act)
Z:
Try this one for size.
A:
Are you talking about my weight?
I am dieting for health reasons, not look reasons. After all, I am as svelte as Miss Piggy! (Looks proud... models proudly, adding a hair
flip for emphasis despite having boy-short hair)
Z:
Not weight but... never mind... you are jerking... me... and not in a
good way.
A:
Your point.
Z:
Let me continue. Vampires or
werewolves...and it is a form of bestiality?
A:
Edgy!
Z:
What about some Dumpty?
A:
Hump me! (She giggled)
Z:
Soooo, baaaaaaaad! (Shook his
head dismissing Angelica's ribald humor) Little Boy Blue was still chatting-up
Little Girl Pink, 'One sunny afternoon, a young Grandpa Dumpty was in Paris
walking along one of the River Seine's bridges and saw a man about to jump off.'
A:
That's not funny... or punny.... that's....
Z:
Let me finish.
A:
If you must. (Eyes dart
about...obviously wondering where the candy box went)
Z:
(Zi found a nard [meant hard... typo] candy and handed it to Angelica)
Suck on this! (Winks ... and continues the story) Frantic, Dumpty sprinted to the man and
shouted, 'Wait, don't jump! Let's talk! I'm sure things can't be this bad!' (Using the acting skills of a community
theater artiste Zi tried to sell the angst of the two men)
A:
(She makes sucking sounds... a critique?)
Z:
(Ignoring he continues) The jumper turned to Dumpty and sobbed, 'What do
you know about it? Listen, my magic
built that castle. See that one over there? And there! Three of those Bastians are my design! But when I walk down a rue, does anyone say, There goes Merlin, the Magical Architect? Nay, they don't! I write necromancy books, too! I wrote a magical mystery novel in 3D that
made the Hamlet Old Times best-seller list!
But does anyone say, There goes
Merlin, the Magical Author?
A:
(Starts to bite the candy, crunching it and smiles)
Z:
(Zi winces then with a smirk continues) Nay, they don't! For ten years I've taught magic courses at Spell U Without a Y, but does anyone
ever say, There goes Merlin, the magical
college prof? Nay, they don't! But...But.... you suck one little
cock...'"
A: (Talking with shards of hard candy in
mouth) That's a keeper! Write (homonym intended) into BALDERDASH AND
DONA PENZA TATTLE TALES
PRESENTS: SECOND FLORILEGIUM...THE
FABLE OF SIN-SIN-CINDERELLA BALLING...BOOK TWENTY-FOUR...DANCING LOVE...BY Angelica
Hart and Zi
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