Being as hungry as he was, he sat with the menu pondering his options.
It was always tempting to just say, “I’ll have one of everything.”
Silly as that thought was…
Though maybe today was the day to do it.
Really, he had the funds for a once-in-a-lifetime splurge, and this was the right place.
Ordering it all, he made friends sharing all the tapas.
Growing rows of amber waved in the hot wind
Reaching for one of the sheathes, she pulled the kernels free
And rubbed them against each other in her hands, freeing the seeds from their husks
It released a wonderful smell of summer turning toward fall
Nodding she walked back to the farmhouse. Tomorrow they would harvest.
Ralph took out his notebook. Time to put theory into practice. This endeavor had cost him three months of his life. Time to see how well he had done. He just wondered which one to try out first. Ralph closed his eyes, spun his finger in the air and plopped it down on the page.
Nope, that missed every single one!
He closed his eyes and did it again. This time, when he opened his eyes, he found his finger pointing at number 22. That one should be a good one. The butterflies in his stomach started to tango. He read it over five times and then silently mumbled it until it felt natural.
Ralph turned to the person sitting on the barstool beside him. She wore a black dress that left everything up to the imagination. Her hair was tied back. She stared at her drink like it held the secret of life.
She was perfect!
He took a deep breath and said, “I’m no physicist, but even in zero-g I would fall for you.”
She looked at him, and he had hope. “But honey, I am a physicist.” She picked up her glass. “And everything creates gravity.” She proceeded to pour the contents of her drink into his lap. “Just it’s a bit stronger here.” She slowly got up and sauntered away.
He took out his pencil and crossed out 22. Only one 199 more to try. He just wished he had brought a spare pair of pants.
Been planning on working out in the new year.
At least an hour, five days a week. Just need to have the proper motivation.
Dozen doughnuts after each workout.
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“Look, I know I have a bunch of sins, so sue me!”
“Everyone sins. Why are yours so different?”
“No one I know puts dill pickles on pizza like I do.”
“That’s a damnable offense. Repent you heathen, or enjoy hell!”
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Fast-food restaurant grease ran down his chubby fingers.
Reaching for the cup of bubbly sugar water to wash it down, he took a long swig.
It tasted so so good. He snatched up his burger and took another ferocious bite.
Eventually, the stuffing of his face subsided and he turned back to the problem at hand.
Differential equations had destroyed his brain, but after that carb load, it was time to strike back!
Seasoning was the key to all great cooking
And he wanted to be known as a Master Chef
Leaving the galley kitchen, he went on deck and breathed in the sea air
That’s when one of the junior officers made a snide remark about breakfast
Yelling obscenities back was probably not a good idea, he realized, as he washed all the dishes
Cooking the lights out every night was her goal in life
Harvesting awesome flavors from every ingredient she touched
Extreme foodies would travel from halfway around the world to sample her dishes
Focusing on that dream, the six-year-old watched her mom boil water
Cutlass sang as it was pulled from its sheath
Ordering everyone to pay attention to what was about to happen
Raising the bottle high, he slammed the blade upward
Kealhauling the glass top away, and with it, it carried the …
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