Spring is here and the tide’s beginning to turn. I’m tired of it being colder than a witches tit in a brass bra, and as happy as a clam that the air tested positive for Spring. It’s better late than never. The groundhog predicted an early Spring, then turned tail to hide. Unless you are in the Southern Hemisphere, in which case, Old Man Winter is flying by the seat of his pants to bring you a snow job.
Spring Break rocked my socks off, but now it’s time to serve up a lollipop with another one of these little ditties.
All the world’s a stage and it was the same song and dance night after night while burning the midnight oil. I swallowed my pride and danced with the devil to get out from between a rock and a hard place. I had to make a fast buck to pay a king’s ransom for stirring up trouble by taking candy from a baby.
I pulled a fast one for the first song and I was off and running. I took my gloves off and lifted my game. I knew no one in here would know me from Adam, so I kept on my toes and bent down at the drop of my hat. I was going to fake it til I make it, and go with the flow, so the money would rain down like a cow pissing on a flat rock.
The second song was slower than a seven year itch. The men were all drunk as a skunk and on the edge of their seats. I had time to take a look around, and wondered if they each had a mouse in their pockets, or if they were just happy to see me, but I kept my eye on the ball and didn’t look the gift horse in the mouth. I gave the shirt off my back, let the cat out of the bag, and aired my linen in public. I was a smooth operator and I’ll be damned if I didn’t rock the cradle of the saint who sleeps.
The third song was faster than a speeding bullet and I danced like it was going out of style to knock it out of the park for the silly willies sitting close enough for jazz. It was a game of inches. By this time I was naked as a jaybird, and you can’t take knickers off a bare arse, so I shook it like a polaroid picture. When the time came to get off, the crowd was going gangbusters and I heard a whistle in the dark. I was getting the red carpet treatment.
That’s the way lady luck danced, and entertaining the gentleman in the club was easier than falling off a log. I have no bones about that because I was making cash hand over fist and had more money than I knew what to do with, but a fool and her money are soon parted because there’s no such thing as a free lunch and I was one sandwich short of a picnic, so I was back in the saddle again the very next night.
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Was that hot enough for you? I clearly have a few loose screws.
Other Cliché Stories:
I want a snow job!!
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If you bring the snow, I’ll bring the job.
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YAY !! I am amazed at how you put these together. We all have a few loose screws. I am trying to tighten mine up a bit.. Bravo Melanie.
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I am amazed too. I feel like I’m lucky that I get these to work out week after week.
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where your knickers in a knot lying like a rug in the doghouse of life, or did you mange to grab them as you ran like the wind outta there, before you caught your death, from hell freezing over?
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You are the cliche comment master!
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I hope you’re not offended but when you let the cat out of the bag I was laughing too hard to get turned on 😀 Don’t think for a minute that this series is unappreciated – I consider it the most inventive themed serialisation on WordPress.
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I am not at all offended that someone would laugh at what I wanted to be humorous.
Thank you kindly for the compliment. That put a big smile on my face this morning.
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I applaud you for using witches tit so elegantly.
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Thanks! This may be the first time “witches tit” and elegant have appeared in the same sentence together.
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I believe you are correct.
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Yay! I get to be correct…let’s not let this happen too often so it doesn’t go to my head.
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Well, you are pretty awesome Mel, so might as well get used to it.
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Thank you, Mer. You made me smile.
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Good. That’s what friends are for.
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Indeed.
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Thank you Mel…lol you’re inspiring! ha!
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http://knockedoverbyafeather.wordpress.com/2013/04/05/pass-the-friendship-with-a-side-of-awesome/
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It’s times like this I wish I was a woman………………..
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Ahhhh…to be a woman…
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lol…
I don’t know what I would do.
Freak out or what 🙂
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If it happened overnight, I would guess you would freak out. Make sure to get a video of it, though, you’d make millions.
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Is this a “Can I be your Manager” post. or leading to it 🙂 to be fair, if it happened I would need a manager and 2,000 AAA Batteries..
Shaun 🙂
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Hey, if the job’s up for grabs, I’m throwing in my hat…I’ll bring the batteries, promise.
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HA HA HA
We have a deal!!! 🙂
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Yippee!
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🙂
All I need now is for all my hormones to change..lol
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Either that, or a heavy dose of Hollywood magic.
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Is there enough makeup on Earth? lol 🙂
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You’re really good at this. 🙂
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Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.
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Aw shucks.
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I missed this until today! I must be too busy if I miss out on the contributions of the corn! Great job again Melanie!
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I hope it’s been good busy for you.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I’m happy to hear you enjoyed it.
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🙂
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