I’d like to begin this week’s post by wishing my fellow Americans “Happy Independence Day!” We are blessed to live in a nation where people can openly express their views (unless they’re politically incorrect) without fear of retribution.
If you’ve watched television more than 30 minutes in the past month, you know that sex is very important to Americans, especially our elected officials who have an extremely tough time keeping their hands out of other people’s pants. Thanks to medical technology, seniors can activate their own “stimulus package” well into their golden years. Uncle Sam had this to say about his sexual prowess on the eve of this 237th birthday, “I may not be as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was.”
If you are new to Friday Flash Fiction, the Grand Marshall of our parade is the fabulous Niagara Wisoff-Fields. To learn how to participate in this exercise of madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF “Hollywood Squares” author seating chart click here.
Harlan Hawk III never let a little thing like concern for the environment stand between him and money. His appreciation for nature was based upon the number of dollars he could harvest by raping the landscape of its natural resources.
Recently, a couple of “tree huggers” began crying foul, publicly accusing him of destroying the red-iron forests of the Northwest. Robin and Phoebe Warbler even held a sit-in on one of the giant behemoths to draw media attention.
Harlan wasn’t concerned. He had Senator Carrion Crow tucked in his pocket, giving him an advantage over those two in the bush.
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This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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