Halloween is upon us and the question on everyone’s lips is, “What’s up with those ‘FUN SIZE’ candy bars?” For decades, we’ve been fed the age-old mantras of size matters and bigger is better. Looks like we’ve finally come full circle—less is now more.
This is great news for those who were on the far side of the galaxy when God was dishing out physical endowments. Parts of the anatomy that were once referred to as little, too short, or small can now be classified as FUN SIZE. Those of you who are single may want to update your on-line profile.
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Apprehension gnawed at Judi as she approached the café.
“Steve’s a great guy who loves science,” her BFF and wanna-be matchmaker, Wanda, had said.
Someone bumped into Judi from behind.
“Oops, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” The man’s voice was deep and strong, yet friendly.
It’s my fault,” she stammered. “I shouldn’t be standing in the aisle.” The scent of his cologne wafted over her shoulder, teasing her senses.
“Are you looking for someone?”
“Yes. We’re supposed to meet here.”
“You must be Judi.” She turned, but saw no one.
Steve laughed. “Wanda didn’t tell me you were invisible. What a coincidence.”
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