If you stopped by this blog expecting to have your intellect stimulated—you came to the wrong place. That would be Douglas MacIlroy at http://ironwoodwind.wordpress.com/ or any other of the gifted writers that participate in Friday Flash Fiction. Mine is low-brow humor. Stop now while you’re still ahead.
This week’s story is inspired by photo courtesy of Sandra Crook (which wouldn’t upload for some reason). To read more stories, go to http://madison-woods.com/ click on the Blog tab, and follow the links.
“Gee, Lloyd, this garden clean-up is hard work.”
“You’re right, Harry. It’s nothing compared to the pool cleaning job the Temp service sent us on yesterday.”
“Yeah, can you believe those two blondes? Uma wanted me to dive in the pool and hunt for her bikini.”
“And what about Ella? She took off her top and asked me to rub sunscreen all over her body.”
“Right, the bikini was under her towel and the sun wasn’t even shining. Only a complete moron would fall for those old tricks.”
“Is that dog poop you’re holding, Harry?”
“Yeah, good thing I didn’t step in it.”
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