Suddenly, an alarm went off. Before we could dress, unfortunately, firefighter loudspeakers ordered us outside. Evacuation may have saved us, but under the harvest moon, the smeared stench of clownish cosmetics on our naked bodies caused frightened smokejumpers to piss themselves. Amused, we snuggled inside a blanket thrown viciously at us.
I loathe clowns. Imagine my surprise when my girlfriend suggested we adorn ourselves with grease paint and make love in harlequin guise. Still, I did anything for her! Thus, we rented a motel room, put on makeup, climbed into bed, and laughed. “These sheets will be filthy,” she snickered.
Suddenly, an alarm went off. Before we could dress, unfortunately, firefighter loudspeakers ordered us outside. Evacuation may have saved us, but under the harvest moon, the smeared stench of clownish cosmetics on our naked bodies caused frightened smokejumpers to piss themselves. Amused, we snuggled inside a blanket thrown viciously at us.
Mary Wallace
18/9/2020 11:00:20 am
Great visual piece. Nicely done.
Sue Clayton
19/9/2020 03:03:22 am
Smoke jumpers should've been pleased to see them. Clowns are meant to amuse and entertain whatever their guise. Comments are closed.
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