tortured by giant old man !

Is it ? Is that what's going on ? Well, That's what 'big Tomm' was arrested for, torturing little men.
Actually, he was just giving the little man a little tattoo of a dancing hoolie dancer.
It still hurt though.

them days

Kevin and Jasper, although clueless in the ways of modern machinery, were always trying to help.
Kevin always offered a flat head screwdriver, for it was his chosen helping device. He didn't know what it was for and always called it 'the twisty handle thing'. It helped about once in every fourteen instances.
Jasper never offered help. He would wait, patiently, until asked.

leaf licker

He liked to lick leaves on warm summers eve's.
He might seem simple, but
If you look, squint, at his eyes
you'll see, a sadness there lies
because inside of his head
He lived in suspish of an imagined leaf theif
who would ruin his fun and stamp
and then run and then ....
There was no such man.

Peter meets Carl's Father

Peter was in awe when Carl's father asked him if he'd like a tour of the baguette refinery.
"Call me Barry", followed by a wink.
Peter's insides fluttered like a herd of stampeding butterflies.
He almost dropped his lunch.
It wouldn't have mattered anyway as Barry would have furnished him with a fresh and warm replacement.
So in that respect Peter had a good day that day.

somewhere in rural Ireland

I never found out WHERE I came from, just that I've always been known as
'a happy fishing surprise'.
Perhaps my dislike of water comes from some long forgotten 'hook' based trauma.

shopping treats

Every saturday, it's always a treat. Probably highly unhealthy, but a treat noontha less.

Easter Island ?

I want to go to Easter Island. It seems like a 'nexcellent' place to go. I mean, just LOOK at all them big heads.
I've always thought though, it must be repetitive for the locals. Having Easter EVERY day.
Like groundhog day but with chocolate instead, and no Bill Murray. Maybe one of the heads looks a bit like him.

hot thai grill

this is bobby, he is nice.

best of friends

Carl's father was a baker and his mother had died when he was three. Every morning as he walked to school, he would pop in to pick up his lunch from 'The Breadery'. It was always the same lunch.
Likewise, Peter had lost a parent when he was young. They supposed that was why they were friends in the first place, but now they had many other things in common.
Peter was infatuated with Carl's father.
He loved breads.
Carl, he was happy he had a friend that could relate to his dad, and maybe one day, would take his unwanted place as the successor to the bread empire.
They were friends.

after lunch

Things picked up after lunch though, for some of the group.

management training

It was a long day for Benny. The 'executive skills' lecturer was a lecherer, so all the fems got all the attention.

Once again, she's just SO nice when it comes to catering for the morning eatables. She's not a bad shot with a harpoon gun neither.