The witch is the mean person in any story. She could be 16 or 60, male or female, fat or skinny, rich or poor, but she's always mean. These stories are tailored to accommodate the stereotypical "old hag female witch" in the starring role. In reality, like I said, she could be 16 or 60, male or female, fat or skinny, rich or poor, but she's always mean.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Vision Test
A happily married man met a ditzy blonde at a conference and got terribly distracted by her. She seemed to get drunk on sparkling juice, coughed if any one lit up a mile away, spoke of world peace, liked watching "Dancing With The Stars", and was in general someone who wore a lot of pink. His wife was quite the antithesis to her, broad-shouldered, dressed in camouflage, chewed a cigar, mature beyond her years, calculated in her speech, and good at holding her hard liquors. He got cross-eyed for a while 'coz they were so different. Curiously enough, as a few months passed by, he couldn't tell one from the other.
- SDG
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