flagrant fragment

If I were to develop a line of fragrances (I’m clueless where to start but the odors from the shed out back are very odd.) I would call it “Confusion”. “Confusion” because a good looking woman needs to throw off the hounds.

flagrant - fragrant - one letter can make a big difference. One letter and you are going from a sweet pleasant smell to shameless scandal. This reminds of the sandal smell scandal but I’ll save that for another time.

Oh, it’s Friday in about half the world now so I have started my Friday Fragments (FF). Check Mrs. 4444’s blog for a full Friday filling of fragments. Oh, since this is the internet she does care what fragrance you exude.

Over the years, “A Few Clowns Short” has entertained 10’s of readers. If you’re one of them then please share the good times and do the FB like, tweet, or G+ plus. Better yet write your name on a twenty dollar bill and send it to me. All twenties (or greater) will be photographed and posted here.

~-~Tweeting tweeting little text~-~

BTW - did you happen to see me at Second City in Chicago last Saturday? I was allowed to join my wife and a few in-laws (who knows if they will allow that again). I actually got called out of the audience for one skit (yes I was waving both my arms). Didn’t actually make it on the stage but the funny ladies (on stage) asked me a few questions and joked around with my answers.

I have not been to a Second City performance in many years. They now do an auction type thing for the improv routine topic. The method they start it with is very creative. They hand a person $1 and ask if they would like to spend $1 to pick their skit topic. People tend to suggest something and give $1 back. Then they pick another person and give them $2 with the same offer. Next it’s anyone want to out bid the $2.

This apparently rich guy stands up and gives them a $50 to have them use his son’s 25th birthday. Before it was over the guy spent $151 to have his son’s birthday used. I wish I had thought of approaching him later with my $15 birthday blog post idea.

I just found this funny clip on the Second City web site (warning sexual comedy content)

~-~how I wonder what comes next~-~

The best "closet" I have ever had the pleasure of coming out of was one in San Francisco where my BIL (he was at the comedy show with us) lived once. Inside the closet was a shower. You had to close the door tight and hope the water didn’t spray though the door crack.

~-~up in clouds you fly~-~

We still have a landline (I’ve mentioned this before because the landline owners will be an elite group someday) and it mostly receives telemarketer calls. Caller ID helps but I don’t always have the display or phone near me. Since there were actually a few “real” calls today, I jumped up and caught the last call before it stopped. It was a telemarketer robot voice offering a friendly representative if I pressed 1.
 
Would it be too offensive if I changed our greeting to: “Press one now, to kiss my A$$.”

~-~like a thought in the sky~-~

Walking on the sunny side of the street is positive. Crossing in the middle and getting hit by the number 11 bus is not so.

Hoping to keep those 10’s of readers coming back, I offer this original rhyme (also found in the dividers on this post): 

Tweeting tweeting little text 
how I wonder what comes next 
up in clouds you fly 
like a thought in the sky