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Is the plural of Pez Pezzes??   Leave a comment

Saw this Pez collection at a store today. I would have bought it but it was almost $20 for the box.

BUT THEY ARE SO CUTE!! THEY COME IN DIFFERENT SIZES!! BECAUSE DWARVES AND HOBBITS ARE SHORTER THAN MEN AND WIZARDS!!

IS THAT NOT ADORABLE?!?

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What I Heard, Part 1   1 comment

What she said: “I wish I was more involved with my religions.”

What I heard: “I wish I’d been born bald and religious.”

laughing buddha

And happy. Let’s not forget happy.

Posted April 5, 2013 by Fran LaPlaca in daily, humor, what I heard

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Man, Interrupted   Leave a comment

MAN, INTERRUPTED

by Fran LaPlaca

He had no one to blame but himself. If there were two defining qualities to him, they would be a tendency to the melodramatic, and the ability to control his own body.

For example – his toe. Once, years back, running around barefoot, he’d banged it on a rock. Just a small bang, but remember the melodramatic part. According to him, the toe hurt for days, and he proved it by limping everywhere. “Damn this toe,” he muttered on the third day. And he did. Damn it, I mean. The toe turned black, withered and fell off, right in front of us.

So it was his own fault. He knew what he could do. The ability to control his own body, as I said, and a tendency to melodrama.

And, of course, a girl. A girl who was, we all agreed later, heartbreakingly beautiful, as tactless as that may sound.

One look was all it took. He put a hand to his chest, sighed deeply one last time, and said reverently what we all were thinking.

“Be still, my beating heart.”

Posted February 14, 2012 by Fran LaPlaca in flash fiction, humor

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LAST THOUGHTS   Leave a comment

LAST THOUGHTS OF TYRANNOSAURUS REX AS HE WATCHES THE METEOR HURTLE TOWARD EARTH

by Fran LaPlaca

Death rushes toward me
as it has for days now.
When I die I shall miss
blue skies;
the roar of combat;
the hot taste of blood.
But mostly
the sweet scent of summer flowers in bloom.
Millennia hence,
when dinosaur-kind rises again,
as it will,
and they find my bones buried beneath the earth,
will they know
I had a sensitive soul?

Posted February 14, 2012 by Fran LaPlaca in flash fiction, humor, t-rex

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