Funny, mature, grown-up stories. Strange, weird, goofy, odd and, sometimes, bizarre, way off-beat and insensitive stories. Some are fuller versions of dizzydragon stories.
It's a cultural thing. A very noticeable one. You probably wouldn't want to be a part of it, although you might; you probably wouldn't want to be around it. But, there it is.
Coming out on top doesn't always work out.
Chancing your cahunas by riding a bucking bull who wants to throw you off and then gore you may seem a crazy way of life. It is.
Out of the corner of my eye, my ass.
The Chief of Police was a firm believer in hitting first and to Hell with the rules. The Hell's Angels were, uh, The Hell's Angels. They didn't know there were any rules. There was "us" and "them".
Hippity Hoppity was just standing there, minding his own business. Then, the dogs barked at him and pride took over.
Don Corleone made the best spaghetti, in this world, or the other one. He couldn't understand why everyone called it shit. He knew he couldn't do anything about it, Satan was the Boss here, but he couldn't figure it.
The white light you see when you die might not be the path to Heaven. Ever thought of that?
Dave always wondered if his baptism took or was he bound for Hell no matter what. All because of the warped thinking of his half-assed godfather.
Sheriff Andy was always fair even when it came to little Opie, except for naming him Opie.
Copyright ©...Don Roble...2007-2010
