Those socks?
Nope. I'd look like the joker in the commercial, the creep with the pollen issues and the triangular smile. What a genius.
It's the part off-screen I can't forget, the part they left on the editing reel. She's crumbling the crackers into her soup, that dry crackle, his nose wrinkling like he wants to sneeze. Shush now. It's code. Like the trick with the belly lint or the white damp between your toes.
Right. And then the Chili Peppers strut those same socks on their peckers.
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Another little phantom from the psyche, based on Pokrass's prompt words.
fav. Glad you came back around.
Thanks, David. You're very kind.
Coop!!! So nice to have you at Fictionaut a little more occasionally. This is irreverence and quirkiness at its finest. I laughed aloud on that last line.
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excellent.
ha ha! Like this a lot, it has pizzzzzaaaazzzzz........
LOVE!!! Great piece, Cooper!! I was cracking up on this one (in a good way!) ****
I likey!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks to you all. I'm glad that you liked it.