St. Patricia’s Day
Carl answered the door. He looked ridiculous in his green bra and matching panties.
“Huh?” Ashley grumbled.
“It’s St. Patricia’s Day,” Carl said under the mesmerizing gaze of his sister-in-law.
“I know but why did you start the party without me?”
“Still time for you to join,” she intervened, a skirt on her left hand.
Some dates are pretty much “sacred” when it comes to this challenge and St. Patrick’s Day is one. We don’t celebrate it around here but I have plenty of online friends who do and they’re always on my mind when the day hits so here I am doing it again. It also helps that green is my favorite color so…
As for the tale itself, another impromptu born from the fact I decided to switch Patrick for Patricia and take it from there. A note though: just because I love green, that doesn’t mean I would look good in a bra, panties, or a skirt of that color, okay?
Keeping Quiet
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Have you seen Saul anywhere?”
“Who?”
“Saul Bellows, the new Head of Security. You met him yesterday, remember?”
“Oh, you mean the bald guy that couldn’t stop staring at my shiny boots?”
“Hmmm, I guess… Please, don’t tell me he’s licking them under the desk right now!”
“Okay, I won’t,” she chuckled.
My boot “inclination” dropped by for a visit so to speak and this came to mind. That’s all I’m going to type because my Internet connection continues to be funky and it could drop out at any moment. I hope you liked this one.
The Greatest Show
“Congratulations on your Oscar, Mr. DeMille.”
“Thank you. The first of many, I hope,” the director replied.
“Actually…”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m afraid neither circus or movies constitute the greatest show on earth.”
“What is it then?”
“Hypnotic Femdom,” the time-travelling hypnotist noted.
He mindlessly nodded as the golden statuette went up his ass.
On March 19, 1953, legendary filmmaker Cecil B. DeMille won the only Academy Award of his career. The Greatest Show on Earth took home an Oscar for Best Picture. The film, a big-budget extravaganza about circus life, starred Charlton Heston, Betty Hutton, and Cornell Wilde, and is still fondly remembered, today.
That was my opening premise for today’s fun romp. I already mentioned in the past that, every now and then, I look at what transpired in terms of historical events as a source of inspiration and this one felt appropriate somehow. Other possible ideas included the fact that the State of Nevada legalized gambling on March 19, 1931 or that the war on Iraq in search of the non-existent WMD started on this very same day but in 2003. I may still use these in the future though.
As for the rest, well… if I go hunting for historical events that means the time-travelling hypnotist wants to have some fun and that’s exactly what happened. She’s not mean… just more playful than many can handle. Would you like to be a part of her show in the future (or in the past)?
Form S
“Please, fill Form A. If you don’t know how, fill Form B. if you can’t find Form B, fill Form C,” the mechanized voice echoed.
Clive sighed.
“Bureaucracy sucks. Wouldn’t it be nice if there was only one form for all eternity?” A she-devil asked.
“Definitely.”
“I’ve got just the thing.”
Form S. Slave Contract.
I’m tired and somewhat pissed as I spent pretty much all day dealing with red tape. I’ll spare you all the gruesome details but let’s just say that something that was supposed to be solved in a flash somehow escalated into a Babel-like nightmare that had me going around many different services and hearing many different and contradictory ways of fixing it. It seemed everyone was talking in different languages hence the Babel reference.
I scribbled this on my phone while I waited in the fifth different row for a solution. I certainly wouldn’t mind if the she-devil dropped by for a visit right now, The problem remains unsolved for the time being. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.