When Lisa and Randy met, they ignored that she died for chocolate and he lived for vanilla. Opposites attract, they insisted. Too much in common would make for an uncommonly boring time, they told their friends.
Three years later, Randy’s moving out, taking the only candle in the house whose scent doesn’t make him want to kill himself. (Vanilla, naturally.) And Lisa’s still screaming.
"I don’t care what you say! I still like FIFO!"
"First in, first out is so predictable!" he says, carrying a box to the car.
"Get out and stay out!" she says. "Have a nice LIFO!"
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Previously:
#1: "Food For Thought"
#2: "Mammu"
#3: "In A Pickle"
#4: "Meet Me"
#5: "Use Your Noodle"
#6: "Dental Gross"
#7: "Cold Cut Heart"
#8: "Sour Grapes"
#9: "Knitwit"
#10: "Taking the Plunge"
#11: "Perish the Thought"
#12: "Rustestines"
#13: "Band Together"
#14: "Poo Gil"
#15: "Baby Boutique"
#16: "Blind Eye"
In addition to returning to the good ol' days of dog and food photos, I am resurrecting my series of very short (100-word) stories. I will eventually resume providing colorful illustrations as well, but for now you'll just have to settle for the words alone. My deepest apologies to your children, who need the visuals in order to make sense out of nonsense for a more complete and satisfying bedtime story experience.
fresh-baked at 09:07 PM
