Somewhere, my wife's other shoe drops, but I'm too busy with your tongue in my mouth to hear.
(He tried to hang the chalkboard, but, being a bit dim, forgot brackets. For the rest of my life, the saddest sight I've ever seen will be nails on a blackboard.)
The wind blew her socks off the bed when the door flew open.
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Interesting idea, making nails on a chalkboard a visual instead of a sound.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly depressing, and also it makes me think of wet willies.
It's repurposed cliches.
ReplyDeleteWell, yes, of course, but why repurposed like this?
ReplyDeleteBecause the first and then a pattern developed. I deleted one in the series.
ReplyDeleteInteresting. What did you omit?
ReplyDeleteOne that didn't feel right in the pattern. Something like ramrod straight that just didn't work.
ReplyDeleteThis is very good. I also hate it. :)
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