Friday, March 18, 2011

Evil Tweet 1


“Jackass,” I muttered under my breath, as I watched my father leave and strut like a preening peacock in heat to his car. Gloria, my mother, who sat perched in

--anon.

4 comments:

Evil Editor said...

her cage, said, "Your father has fertilized the egg of another peahen for the last time, dear. I drained the brake fluid in his car."

Anonymous said...

her cage began to sing. I know why the caged woman sings. I know how to get her to shut-up too. I followed dad

Sylvia said...

I was going to say cage too!

Michelle4Laughs said...

a tub of churned butter, gathered her wits and felled him with a toss of her rolling pin to the noggin.