Slaphappy brains



“I drove up Pipe Dream Mountain today,” Glenna said, “took the road up to Fletcher’s mine, and turns out I have a lot more feelings for that man than I knew.”

Hazel burst out, “For the love of tequila and sagebrush, we have all lost our slaphappy brains.”

Hazel walked toward her car, she turned and shouted, “Let’s get to work here, I’m sick and tired of men ruining our lives, every time I look up, I got a man looking down my blouse trying to get his hands on my phone number.”

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