Summer Story
10/12/04 12:22 amWell dear ones. I typed away like mad, my tiny claw like T-rex fingers flying (well maybe not so much flying) over the keyboard in a frenzy of creativity. Ach, such wittiness--such prose-- but I lost it.
I know what you're saying, "But Mizz Rose, everytime you lose something, it's the funniest, wittiest, most world-saving piece of literature evah."
And I say, "Your mom called and she want you to play on the white line in the road."
So, here are the previous parts, shoplifting at the 7-11 'cause Whit wanted a coke.
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I know what you're saying, "But Mizz Rose, everytime you lose something, it's the funniest, wittiest, most world-saving piece of literature evah."
And I say, "Your mom called and she want you to play on the white line in the road."
So, here are the previous parts, shoplifting at the 7-11 'cause Whit wanted a coke.
( Read more... )