Charlie's teacher wasn't amused with Charlie's diorama project. What was the big idea of a six-year-old handing in a crushed shoebox containing crumpled-up fast-food wrappers, crushed cigarette butts, unfurled (and unused? she hopes) condoms, blood-rusted razorblades, hypodermic needles, and three baby teeth? The assignment was to recreate your family's living room. She gave him a big fat red "F".
When Charlie went home that afternoon and his dad saw the grade scrawled on the shoebox lid, he smacked Charlie so hard across the jaw that a fourth tooth flew from the boy's mouth and joined the others in the shoebox.
fresh-baked at 10:39 PMJeeze!
Offered by: KarenZipdrive on June 21, 2008 12:34 PMMartine: Thank you! (I'd write more, but that wouldn't be as economical!)
Karen: What you don't realize is that just outside the frame of that shot is the still-twitching body of a wise-ass lesbian disemboweled and pulp-brained by the sweet little girl's warm, soft hand and the bubble-maker grasped in it. And because the bubbles are made of soap, she managed to clean herself up really well before I snapped her photo. She, just like I, may be small -- but don't fuck with us.
Offered by: Jodi on June 20, 2008 10:59 AMMuch better than the sunshine, lollipops and fuckin' rainbows in the photo below.
:)
Your economy of words blows me away....a less skilled writer couldn't get the same effect in three times as many words. :)
Offered by: Martine on June 20, 2008 10:02 AM
