Friday 55 with a twist

Hey all!

This week I am participating not only in Mr. Knowitall's Flash Fiction Friday 55, but am also linking to Ghost Hunting Theories first annual Blogger Zombie Walk.

So here is my 55 word entry for the Zombie Walk. It allows me to feed my addiction to G-Man's 55 and to fulfill a promise to GHT. Besides....it's fun and isn't that what this is all about?

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A muffled shuffling sound came down the chimney flue

as the excited children gathered around the hearth.

Their eyes and hearts filled with anticipation

as sooty dust drifted out toward them.

First one black boot, then another.

Followed by a red and white suited figure.

The children screamed

as the ashen faced creature mumbled

“Brains!”

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For more Zombie Walk offerings check out these participating blogs: Ghost Hunting Theories; Gnostalgia; The Caffeinated Zombie; Improbable Frontiers; Anything Horror; Above-The-Norm: Bizarre Arizona; The Digital Looking Glass; Strange State; Hayes Hudson’s House of Horror; Echoes In the Abyss; Not Worth Mentioning; The Misadventures of HalloweeNut; Haunt Jaunts; Holly's Horrorland; and LeoGodin.

What The Hell Wednesday - Blind drunk, that is

Welcome back to What The Hell Wednesday where we bring you an enlightened and light hearted look at life on the seamy side. This week we take a look at the ultimate in drunkenness. This dude is a doozy.

Man Who Says He Is Blind Arrested for DUI

BARTLESVILLE, Oklahoma -- A 41-year-old Bartlesville man being arraigned for DUI, leaving the scene of an accident, driving under suspension and assault on a police officer was re-arrested for reportedly being drunk after he fell down before the judge.

A short time later, Mark Watson failed a breathalyzer test administered by sheriff's deputies.

The initial charges stemmed from Watson's arrest early Monday morning after he had reportedly been involved in a hit and run crash in Bartlesville.

Bartlesville Police investigating the 2:28 a.m. crash found Watson's vehicle and questioned him.

In the probable cause affidavit filed with the court, Watson told officers, "I'm #*$%ing drunk, I was driving but I did not run the stop sign. That a##%& hit me."

The affidavit goes on to say Watson refused to take a blood or breath test, telling the officers, "I ain't taking no *#$%ing tests. I'm *#$%ing drunk. I'm blind anyways and I can't drive."

Police say he also kicked an officer during the arrest.

This is so much fun. Don't you love that long list of charges? What an effing idiot. At the first arrest he never denies being drunk but tries to place the blame on the other driver....as in "I wouldn't have been caught if it weren't for that a**hole." Then goes on in an attempt to lie his way out of even being at the scene. "I can't drive. I'm blind." Blind drunk, maybe. Blind to your own stupidity for certain. Finally, to make darn sure they know he is serious about his idiocy, he kicks the officer. Apparently, he isn't so blind that he can't locate a shin.

But wait! He also shows up before the judge drunk!!! Way to go buddy. I am sure he just wanted to hear the judge repeat that famous Dean Wormer quote from Animal House: "Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son."

Another story I read about this case had Watson seated in the jury box waiting his trial, falling over and hitting his head. Bwahahahaha. This is the stuff of great slapstick comedy. Dude proceeded to fail a field sobriety test right there in court.

There is no doubt in my mind after hearing the hollow "Thonk" sound of Watson's head hitting the wood jury box, the judge said "What the Hell?"

One Shot - Hidden Hurt

Reflecting a radiant exterior,
younger than the years they had seen,
strong enough to be called upon
to twist, turn and grip
where others had failed.
But beneath the healthy appearance
lay constant pain.
Only small scars
and imperceptible deformities
reveal historic hints of tiredness.
Gnarled knuckles
nor disfigured digits
announce troubles within.
The hands appear with the same outward smile
borne on the face of their owner.

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Sunday 160 - Frozen Fire

The frozen winter wind penetrated

layers of clothing

and chilled to the bone.

Even the fires of a sunset

couldn't remove the cold

that descended upon the earth.
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Naughty or Nice - 55

The young street walker

stood over the small bearded man.

Gritting her teeth in anger,

she dropped the smoking gun

that had been firmly grasped in her right hand.

She stumbled back in horror at the sight and screamed

“Everything would have worked out fine

if you had just stopped calling me ‘Ho, Ho, Ho’“.
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What The Hell Wednesday - Fat, but not so jolly

Apparently, it was a hugely disappointing holiday shopping day for two women in Edmond, Oklahoma. While expecting an enormous haul for their holidays, they ended up with a big fat nothing....expect for the marks on their police records.

Face it. You just can't pass on a story with a headline that reads.....

Women accused of hiding merchandise in body fat

EDMOND, OK -- Two women arrested for shoplifting used their bodies to conceal the goods. Edmond police say it was at the TJ Maxx that loss prevention officers found the duo stuffing items under their belly fat and breasts.

It was said the women took four pair of boots, three pair of jeans, a wallet and gloves; $2,600 worth of store merchandise.

Ailene Brown, 28, and 37-year-old Shmeco Thomas were arrested for shoplifting and are facing felony charges.

Officer James Hamm said, "These two were actually concealing them in areas of their body where excess skin was, under their chest area and armpits."

They also had a knife hidden in a purse that they used to cut off store security tags.

Now I wish I could remove my brain and scrub the image this story created right out of my mind. As I read this, I was constantly stopping to swallow the vomit that formed at the back of my throat and mumbling - Ewwwww. Lifting the fat under their armpits??? Bellies??? And Boobs??? ARMPITS!!!! Just how fat are these two? And who let them out of the freak show at Ringling Bros to go shopping? Oh, God! Now the who thing is replaying in my mind again. Aaaaaaa....help me.

Okay, now that I have that out of my system, let's review the facts. The first thing that strikes me is that they actually carry a purse (or purses). Then again, maybe they needed the purses in order to clear out space for all the stuff they planned to pilfer in their fat rolls.

The second is the shear volume of stolen merchandis: FOUR pairs of boots; THREE pairs of jeans (can you imagine the size of those jeans?); and a wallet and gloves. Why bother with the wallet and gloves? Maybe that's where the armpit folds came into play. Urrrp. Sorry, I threw up into my mouth again.

Last, can you picture the looks on the loss prevention officers' faces as they searched for the shoplifted loot? I am sure as they gagged back the up-chuck bubbling from their stomachs, one of them blurted out "What the Hell?"

One Shot - Stone Man

No super human feat this

turning man into stone.

Simple comments garbled by hardened hearing

cause an avalanche of negative emotion.

Withdrawn to the cave for companionship

of the familiar singularity,

Stone Man builds his walls.

Rock by rock.

Mortar filled.

He surrounds himself with ignorance

and self deception.

Jaw tightly shut as a concrete barrier

no words can escape to help soften Stone Man's

prison of hard headedness.

A touch.
Kind words.
Knock at the walls

and the rock exterior.
Cracks begin.
Rocks shatter to dust.
Stone Man emerges - human.
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What a tangled Sunday 160

Neatly packed and stored eleven months ago,
they somehow emerge a tangled mess.
What exactly is it Christmas lights do
in those boxes from December to November?
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What The Hell Wednesday - This Stinks

When it comes to the unusual, I just can't resist, and this theft doesn't just teeter on the unusual, it jumps right off bizarre bluffs. I mean, if you're gonna steal....make it worth while. Or make it worth me having a great time making fun of your stupidity. So as read in the Athens Banner-Herald.

Store has second deodorant theft in a week

Police in Georgia said a man attempted to steal several deodorant sticks from a pharmacy that was struck by a similar crime a week earlier.

Athens-Clarke County police said the man was caught on a security camera fleeing the store Friday with nine sticks of deodorant in four varieties stuffed into his cargo pants.

Police said the incident took place exactly one week after employees stopped a woman from stealing 12 deodorant sticks from the shelves.

Police were searching for the latest thief.

OKAY then. Stealing deodorant. If he needed it that badly, I am sure bloodhounds would have no problem following his trail. But then again, maybe it's not him with the odor issue. Maybe it's his family and he is just tired of having to put up with the smell. But nine sticks? That's either a very big family or a very big smell.

Apparently each family member has discerning tastes in deodorant - nine sticks in four varieties. This must have made for interesting conversation once the thief returned home.

Thief: "Alright, everbuddy, I went and picked up yer deodorant. Now maybe you kin stop stinkin' so much. Billy Bob, I got yer Old Spice stick right cheer and I is sure it will make you all muscly like the feller on them commercials. Daisy May, my sweet little flower, now you kin stop smellin' like them pigs. I got ya Dove 'cause I know how you likes to eat them little critters. An' Ma, I got that there Right Guard fer ya, since yer built like a guard. The rest of ya's kin just fight over what's left."

Okay, I know what you're saying "But Monkey Man, the thief is from Georgia and you have him talking like some Kentucky Hillbilly." Yes, that's right I do. I guess it's just easier for me to type "Jethro" than "Nascar". So tough knobs if you don't like it.

Oh, one more thing - This was the second deodorant theft in a week!?! Do you think they might be related? Or was there just a bit of a warm spell in that area over the past couple of weeks that had folks sweating up a storm?

At any rate, can't you just see the puzzled looks on the security guys as they watched this doofus jam deodorant into his pockets, glanced over at each other and said "What the Hell?"

Rounded Corners Do Not Make A Square

Fitted sheet,
Oh, fitted sheet
On how to fold you
I admit defeat.
I tuck and turn until I am blue
but I just cannot make a rectangle of you.

Why can’t you be like your king size cousin,
the perfect shape I can fold by the dozen.

Fitted sheet,
Oh fitted sheet.
Around my mattress you are so snug.
But when it comes to folding you
I feel I am on a drug.

Your corners they are so misnamed
and it is on them
the horrible folding is blamed.

In the closet I will put you away,
a wadded mess is how you will stay.
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Inspiration can come in the oddest forms. In this case, it is the obvious frustration that overcame me as I was folding laundry. Yes, I do domestic chores. I like things tidy, even in a closet. So every time it comes to folding fitted sheets I wrestle and pull and tug and fold and scream - which scares the dog - then stuff the wad into the linen closet. Should I farm this out? Can they be folded.....properly? Am I doomed to fitted sheet frustration forever?

Life is full of questions. I hope all of yours are answered.