(3 stories)
His name was Slick Stan
Always wore sharp clothes
Never without sickly orange tan
Ever present was ever the man
Selling vehicles till the close
Want a van he would understand
No one could resist Slick Stan
Then one day no longer rose
No hearse but a Ford Transit Van
#130story
I asked you out because your eyes laughed at my joke.
I inquired about seeing you again to experience the joy of holding your hand a second time.
My next question will be to offer you a #permanent place in my life. #130story
'What are you doing Tom?'
'Drawing in my eyebrows in darker to see what I would look like.'
'You do realise your using a permanent marker?'
'Oh no Sharon, do you think I'd look stupid wearing a balaclava in summer?'
'Now you ask?'
#130story