Tag: Humor

Past Imperfect – #585

Karen, left: “Doesn’t this make you feel pretty and special?” Archie, right: “Those aren’t quite the two words I would use. Can you explain to me again why we’re wearing these things on our faces?” Karen: “Silly, I already told you. Noses are no longer fashionable.” Archie: “How […]

Past Imperfect – #15

Photographer: “Excuse me, Miss Dunaway. What exactly are you and your leg doing?” Faye: “I’m photographing you photographing me. It’s all the rage in the art scene after Antonioni started doing it when he directed Blow-Up. And artsy people really enjoy doing obscure things based on obscure Italian […]

Past Imperfect – #202

Fred and Ginger were having a swell time on the dance floor, until Fred got a bit too exuberant and decided a high-kick was somehow appropriate for the moment. Ginger went sailing through the air, her expression quickly changing from professional giddiness to one of abject fear, and […]

Past Imperfect – #504

Brian, left: “What the hell are you doing? I’m standing here looking incredibly sexy even though there seems to be something neutered going on with my pants.” Mary, right: “I’m just so fed up with people I want to scream and bang on something loud.” Brian: “Okay. Are […]

Past Imperfect – #124

Him: “My dearest, as I expire dramatically in this wheat field, while the city where we met  burns to mere ashes in the background, know that I have always loved you, and the image of your beautiful face will be with me always, Maria.” Her: “That was so […]

The Bubble Bath: The Final Splash

New Editor’s Note: Whilst our good friend Bubbles has been in town, I have been sharing snippets from “The Bubble Bath”, a long-ass travelogue of a shared adventure from many years ago. Since Bubbles officially and finally departed Bonnywood earlier today, I thought it appropriate to share the […]

Intermission #7: The Ways in Which We Wander

Editor’s Note: We’re still in the “House of Blues” in Atlantic City. (Previous installment found here.) I have just offended Bubbles by somehow implying that she’s not my friend. Slightly-harsh words were exchanged, and Bubbles stomped into a dressing room to concoct an appropriate punishment. I was huddled […]