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Saturday's Storyteller: "The meteor was coming straight for us, and I still couldn't find my back massager."

by Belinda Roddie The meteor was coming straight for us, and I still couldn't find my back massager. My wife thought I was crazy for looking. "We're all about to die," she screeched from the bed, where she was, all too appropriately, bare-ass naked, "and all you can think about is a hunk of plastic?!" "That hunk of plastic is the only thing that gets my back to stop spazzing!" I snapped back. "And?!" "And I am not dying a la giant burning rock with back spasms!" "Oh, for the love of - I'll give you a back massage!" my wife barked. "It'll be the last thing I do for you in this mortal life!" I looked at her, blinked, and threw up my hands. "You're not good at back massages, Michelle." My wife looked ready to slap me, but she was then distracted by the TV, which was still blaring the news of our imminent doom. We knew that everything now was recorded and on loop; the

Today's OneWord: N/A

One update on the OneWord website today. Happy Saturday, everyone!