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Suggested prompt...
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This couple has been together for many, many, many years,
what is it they are discussing today?
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"So, the bet is that the one who poops dead center on the most bald guys' heads gets the herring, right?"
~ Hedgie
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13 comments:
what's for dinner tonight darling? :o) i'm kinda hungry and I think THAT looks yummy...
Meili
oops, Laura, would like to hear your thoughts on my latest posts... hope you can visit
thanks!
"Marge, that was my french fry! How could you eat that? You've already had the entire park full of goodies that those messy humans left behind. Why did you eat it, Marge? I'm so hungry."
{Dear me. He's such a pig of a bird, eating all of the time, selfish and always complaining about something.} "George, just hush up. I've heard enough about that darned french fry." As she peers into the water, she catches sight of a mini fish swimming around and she imagines....{if only I could stuff that fish in his mouth}.
HAHAHA - that's it for today, my friends. My mom would have loved this one :o)
OK....here's the deal...We wait until the next tourist couple comes along. You put on your best "Hi, I am a beautiful seabird blah, blah, blah...". The guy always has the girl hold out some token morsel of funnel cake for a picture while he is eating a hamburger. When they are focused on the picture, I am swooping down to snatch our next real meal out of his bag. Timing is everything, don't screw up this time!
She was motionless; listening with full, rapt attention. Allowing him to speak of seemingly grandiose plans that would surely take them to a better place to live.
He was describing the rapidly deteriorating conditions of their current residence. One that seemed to force his hand and relocate his family to find more adequate lodging and food.
She was waiting; ready to move the instance he said, "Let's go." They were a team.
I’m thinking, Screech, we should aspire to redeem those miles earned with Frequent Flyer.
We’ll travel a bit and then retire
to pen our memoirs. We’ll co-conspire to elude our flock and commitments, Dear; We'll fly away for at least a year, to find ourselves with the help of a seer. We’ll soar and seek on a wing and a prayer.
But, Squawk, my love, you surely jest! What you describe is hardly rest; To disappear… to abandon the nest will quickly put me to the test. I love it here; the children near; The mortgage paid; we’re in the clear. What’s wrong with you? You’re so sincere... You’ve lost your mind! Your plan is queer!
@ Dan - that is hilarious! ;) Nice job!!
Since you were kind enough to use my photo I'd better tell you what they were really saying-
These Terns were discussing how annoying those seagulls were. So noisy, so vulgar, so grabbing. “Just listen to their chattering – how crude and earthy, they are. See how they’re stealing all that fish the fishermen are throwing for the seals.” How horrible it must be to be born a seagull when you could be a Tern.”
"So, the bet is that the one who poops dead center on the most bald guys' heads gets the herring, right?"
Are you sure the little ones were asleep?
Are you sure we should be doing this?
Is this really the solution?
It’s a long flight you know?
Promise me you’ll always be by my side, will you?
Yes Dear. Always.
"You're too old to still be flying down south every year."
"Well, you're not a spring hen yourself, and you've put on quite a few ounces since we first met."
"..."
"..."
"Jerk."
"Harlot."
"I love you."
"I love you too. Alright, let's go."
"...so's then I says to him, 'Harve, you can't expect to soar like an eagle when you're running with turkeys!' And then he says to me..."
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Or, my husband's contribution (he's a backseat blogger, btw):
"I must say, that was excellent placement on the car second from the end in the Walmart parking lot. You hit the windshield dead on!"
After centuries of love, even bird centuries of love, one never gets tired of saying:
'I love you.'
'I love you too.'
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