Twist.
Twist.
”I like to say that I can’t help but to laugh. But truly, I can help it. I just don’t want to offer that kind of assistance to my better judgement. It’s so…..what’s that word for it…polite, expected, predictable, boring. I guess one word doesn’t encompass it. But anywho, I’ll keep my better judgement to the same standard I like to keep my morals and common decency. If you didn’t know any better yet, let me tell fill you in sweetling, but I am in the negatory on those rotund, beefy, meaty pillars of civility. Quite frankly, I am the hooch that you don’t want your grand dam to meet at the next family family baptism.
But please be a sweet pea, babyface, little lamb and not tell everyone that, hmm? I’d like to leave the surprise to some of the other fair, fine folk fhat fall Feqanna fome fow.”
Snap.
Spitting out the gnarled limb of the giant that had just so rudely muffled my lovely voice, I looked back to my work as an artist would study his lunch. With a tilt of my delicate head and a wicked split of a smile, ‘There now, butterbean, your mane is all trimmed up and now I can see those beautiful, barky peepers again!’
‘No need to thank me, just give all my love to the missus,’ I say turning away from the towering tree with an accomplished look brushed across my yellow features. Turning back, I cast a final hard, ugly glance, ‘Remember now, mum’s the word. Kay bye!’
And with another smile and over exaggerated wink, I turn away once more.
OOC- if someone wants to reply to this, awesome! If not that’s fine too. I just needed to distract myself with some of jacks good wholesome nonsense today.. Also I unashamedly did not proof read
Twist.
”I like to say that I can’t help but to laugh. But truly, I can help it. I just don’t want to offer that kind of assistance to my better judgement. It’s so…..what’s that word for it…polite, expected, predictable, boring. I guess one word doesn’t encompass it. But anywho, I’ll keep my better judgement to the same standard I like to keep my morals and common decency. If you didn’t know any better yet, let me tell fill you in sweetling, but I am in the negatory on those rotund, beefy, meaty pillars of civility. Quite frankly, I am the hooch that you don’t want your grand dam to meet at the next family family baptism.
But please be a sweet pea, babyface, little lamb and not tell everyone that, hmm? I’d like to leave the surprise to some of the other fair, fine folk fhat fall Feqanna fome fow.”
Snap.
Spitting out the gnarled limb of the giant that had just so rudely muffled my lovely voice, I looked back to my work as an artist would study his lunch. With a tilt of my delicate head and a wicked split of a smile, ‘There now, butterbean, your mane is all trimmed up and now I can see those beautiful, barky peepers again!’
‘No need to thank me, just give all my love to the missus,’ I say turning away from the towering tree with an accomplished look brushed across my yellow features. Turning back, I cast a final hard, ugly glance, ‘Remember now, mum’s the word. Kay bye!’
And with another smile and over exaggerated wink, I turn away once more.
OOC- if someone wants to reply to this, awesome! If not that’s fine too. I just needed to distract myself with some of jacks good wholesome nonsense today.. Also I unashamedly did not proof read