The Cookie Jar There it was. The great golden egg. The container of dreams. The genie's bottle. The cookie jar. Cookie Jar Clip Art from Pixy Mom had put it up on top of the fridge last week after she caught me with my "grubby little hands" inside, fishing around for the holy food. Well, it slowed me down. It wouldn''t stop me. It's simple really. I'm a child. That jar has cookies. Children eat cookies. I was going up there to get that jar. I went into the garage to grab the ladder. It wasn't there. I looked outside for it. There it was leaning up against the wall, wet with the day's earlier rain. No climbing that. So, I went to get a towel, to dry off the ladder, to climb to the cookie jar. For some reason the towel cabinet was locked. I went to dad for the key to unlock the cabinet, to get the towel, to dry the ladder, to climb to the cookie jar. Dad said he'd only give me the key if I brought him a cup of tea. So, I went to make a cup of tea...
A Binnorie Song I was a princess from Binnorie The bonnie milldams of Binnorie A beautiful lass with skin so fair And beautiful, flowing golden hair Sir William came and took his bride My sister whose smile spread so wide But soon his heart, it fell for me The more beautiful princess of Binnorie And so he came and took my hand and so he came and took my hand He slighted my sister, his bride to be She plotted her vengeance where none could see That vengeful princess of Binnorie That vengeful princess of Binnorie And time did pass and all was well The hate in her heart, oh none could tell That vengeful princess of Binnorie That vengeful princess of Binnorie One day she said let's go to the docks She should have said let's go to the stocks For the river is where my life would end A hand or a glove she would not lend She pushed...
A Flintstone Knife ( Wikimedia ) October 15th, 1973 It was a cold and dreary night. The wind bit at my nose. The flooded street seeped into my shoes as I walked down 5th Avenue towards El Agujero. I had been tracking the Sola gang for 6 months. They're operations sprawled across the city. Drugs, prostitution, trafficking. If it was somebody's vice, the Sola gang provided it. They didn't care who or what tried to stop them. Nobody ever did. Nobody ever stayed alive long enough. I thought I was different. We all do, don't we? Most people tried to take out the Solas gun blazing. They figured if they could take out the head, the body would wither. Nobody ever took out the head. Cops figured they could make it under cover. A total of three tried. The first made it 3 months before his head showed up at his kid's birthday party. The next lasted 1 month. His arms were safely delivered to his aging mother. The final idiot lasted a whole 3 days. His corpse was found sitting ...
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