Funny and Sweet – Time’s running out!Posted: June 23, 2009 Filed under: Life | Tags: blogging, charity, contests, food bank, Writing 24 Comments
My friend Bearman is doing a great thing http://beartoons.com/2009/06/01/beartoonscharitydrive/
Not only is he a very entertaining cartoonist, but he’s also going to donate to the FreeStore FoodBank.
Bearman is only doing the promotion for another week so jump over and help out.
Also, there’s only a week left for submissions to the Murder On the Wind contest. This is your chance to enter to have a short story posted in a mystery anthology. Read the instructions and email your 5000 or less short mystery story to Tracy@secondwindpublishing.com
Thanks for reposting!!!
I hit it on the Second Wind Publishing blog too. 😉
Very nice of you. I am fortunate to have so many great and wonderful people around me. You and Bearman are perfect examples of everything that is good in blogging and in this world. Bravo.
Garsh. *giggle* I didn’t do anything. I’m just supporting Bearman 🙂
Claire… You… giggled… And I’m gonna guess you giggled like a schoolgirl! (And I thought that was my thing.)
I did giggle.
I giggled high and girlishly.
I swear, I sounded just like… YOU!
Me? Really? But, but, I’ve always been told my schoolgirl giggle was very manly.
yeah well. My giggle was manly too then.
that.. or they all stretched the truth
Let’s go with they stretched the truth.
Why do they do that?
And who are “they” anyway?
They do that because they care
I thought you knew who “they” were?
This is retribution for when you, me, and I were talking about them.
“You, me and I”? I thought it was “Me, myself and I”
Is it just me, or myself, or I, or are things getting narrow here?
Why are “they” doing this to me?
Help! I can’t breathe.
I’m turning into a poem.
It is getting narrow in here. Tight quarters. It’s ‘them’, I’m telling ya. They know and now they are putting on the squeeze and forcing you to turn into a poem. Before you know it, you will be a haiku.
They are such bastards
They rock my little world
But just who are they?
Wouldn’t they be everyone except you and me?
Maybe. Possibly. No.
Well they can’t be you and me because you’re you and I’m me and I can’t be you and you can’t be me. Me can be me though, but not me, but you can’t ever be me.
I think you’re one of them.
Sure I can be you. I just choose not to be you. Or me. Nope, Not me. That’s not my style. That’s more a you type of thing. You see, you have me confused with one of them but I’m not… Not me.
Not me either. Must be them.
Hahaha. Okay, we’re right back where we started.
And I laughed like a manish schoolgirl.
So did I!
Wait.. that just don’t sound right.
You keep pretending, but I know you’re all man.
No matter how much you giggle or guffaw.
LOSTL! Sounds great! I might write a short story about a young red haired boys finding of a missing shoe! A COMFY SHOE!
It sounds very suspenseful Bob!
it turns out im a better actor than i am a writer. i couldnt figure out a way to make it work!
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