I hate the way you eat your mashed potatoes. It sets my teeth on edge when I hear your teeth hit and then scrape the spoon as you pull it back out of your mouth. Who the hell eats mashed potatoes with a spoon? You have to put your fork down just to eat your fucking mashed potatoes. By God, one of these days I’m going to pick up your steak knife and end your life with it.
“Penny for your thoughts, Darling?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about… work.”
Yeah. How much work it would take to stab you.
7 thoughts on “Monster Mash – an 100-word Story”
😀 I was hoping someone would find it as funny as I did. I should have know you would.
Didja see my mother’s reaction to my share? She :O lol
I did! 😀
Thank you. 🙂
it helps to NOT think aloud 🙂