Whoopsie Daisy

“Whoops,” the man said and pulled his hands away from the keyboard. She placed her coke on the table. “Whoops? This is not the time for whoopsies, John.” “Um… I may have fried someone’s brain,” the man said panicking. “You what?” She yelped and sat on her workstation across him. Read more…

Tickle My Pickle

“Come along,” it’s right over there, Pickle pointed thataway while jogging. Cherry panted behind her. “I… don’t… can’t… this uphill is killing me…” “Ain’t you a runner, lassie?” Killie asked with her thick accent. “I’m a sprinter, not a marathoner!” Cherry complained, breathing hard. Killie had a glint of sweat Read more…