Naughty Bits

The Game

There is no play book in the game of life. I’ve picked up a few lessons, however, that I use as guide lines as I roll the dice and move around the board:

1. Dogs that bring bones also carry bones away.
2. Cream rises to the top and shit floats. Sometimes, it’s hard to tell which is which.
3. Egos are like helium balloons; the tiniest prick can burst it and send it sputtering in circles.
4. If you don’t like the game, step off of the field and have a lollipop.
5. When in doubt: be nice, seek high ground and assume the best in people. You might be wrong, but it’s easier to live with the outcomes than to take the opposite approach.
6. Daddies make the best playmates. More often than not, they are in it for the fun and will pretend to let you win. And, if you should stumble and fall, they will pick you up, dust you off and discreetly kick that kid who tripped you in the butt.

Slutsicle

I can’t decide which way to lick is better – cold, but always wet and ready or warmed and melted into a sweet, sticky puddle. (136 characters)

(special thanks to aura for the new term in my ever-expanding dictionary – slutsicle or is that slutsickle?)

Recommended Daily Allowance

When I want a wholesome treat to fill my mouth, I wrap my lips around a peeled, firm, thick, banana and suck down the sweet creamy goodness. (140 Characters)

Sometimes, I need to crack open the hard shell of a coconut so that I can sip the sweet nectar then consume the moist flesh trapped within. (139 Characters)

Time to Take a Breath

As the end of the month draws nearer and I inch closer to the 50k words for NaNoWriMo, it’s time to take a short break – to come up for air. This time I’ll share something that hasn’t yet found its way into the novel but needs to be expressed, if only here.

“Without exaggeration, if He wanted my last breath, He need only inhale,” she told the girl with the magical eyes – the girl who dared to climb through the window.
(134 characters)