Longer Wiselys …

»What's a wisely?«

»Who knows.«

»We need more stories, Bromford.«

»Like fairy tales?«

»Fairy Ultra - and your glasses are not only clean but pure.«

»Cheap commercial?«

»Maybe this Wisley is a Wealey.«

»Cheap Pottermercial«

»Come on. Think of some story.«

»Protagonist and antagonist are riding on a bike.«

»Prot and Ant?«

»Maybe.«

»Sounds like the beginning of a very cheap joke.«

»Why is everything so cheap tonight?«

»I don't know.«

»And I don't know who is talking.«

»What is this?«

»Screw.«

»Screw like in screwball comedy?«

»Srcew like in screw you, dude.«

»OK.«

»Not yet a story.«

 

And the fortune cookie says,

When you eat a box of fortune cookies,
anything becomes possible.

Today is Saturday, the 17th of July 2021.

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'You have a great talent for baking cookies - use it wisely!' the antoganist says.

'Use it, Weasely!'

'Really?'

'Not really', the protagonist says. 'This nonsense is contagious, sorry.'

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 165

Today is Wednesday, the 14th of July 2021.

In the last elections the wallabies voted for that one party

which demanded one wombat for each and every household.

"Bromford or the First Breath You Take After You Give Up


Can't afford to lose my head (lose my head)
Can't afford to lose my cool
You'll blow them all in kingdom come (kingdom come)
I can't afford to lose my tease
I just aim to please


Feel like a no-tell motel painting
Out of place or ignored
It's all medals and trophies, trophies and medals
All before the race has been run


(Oh, take off your mask) Take it off now baby
(Is it too much to ask?) Too much to ask
(Go on and give it a try) Let it up now
(Or kiss your ass goodbye) Goodbye


Autobiographical anonymous (anonymous)
A cotillion of friction on my jurisdiction
It's a lovely disguise with the wandering eyes (wandering eyes)
I get high, now you've got something to look up to


Trouble's a mangy stray dog
Play with it once, then it follows you home
It's all have nots, have nones, hey can I have some?
Until I've had enough yet I've had none


(Oh, take off your mask) Rip it off now baby
(Lose it into the trash) Throw it all away
(Go on and give it a try) Throw it all away
(Or kiss your ass goodbye)


Suddenly it gets easy
The sun goes down
The long arm of important things
Disappears in her gown


You finally drop the knife
Forget you ever
It's a goodnight, that ain't forever
It feels so good to give up, give in
In your arms


I know it hurts
It hurts to be young
Metamorphosis is pain
It hurts to be young
Gotta learn every Goddamn thing
You gotta hack your way through
And realize
It's almost entirely lies
But then you'll begin to smile
Smile for me
Real wide
Then you accept what you are
The transformation is done
You've become
Absorbed into and you know
I think I know what to do

Longer Walkings …

People are strange when you're a stranger.
People look ugly when you're alone.

Bromford?

Yes, llama?

I am worried, Bromford.

Worried about what, llama?

I am worried about becoming unimportant, Bromford.

Why that, llama?

We are losing importance when the supporting cast's stories are getting more and more interesting than our own stories and adventures, Bromford. Do you think we could be candidate for a re-casting?

Hmm, Bromford Bibble, the dude who's called like the friendly town by the bay and seaside thinks, who are this protagonist and his antagonist?


And the fortune cookie says,

You have a great talent for baking cookies - use it wisely!

Today is Tuesday, the 13th of July 2021.

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» I think he lost it, « the antagonist says.

» I think he's never had it, « the protagonist answers. » Another cup of beer, dear? «

» Cheers! «