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April 2, 2009

LJ: Run

Her hose snag on the car door, and she gasps. "Oh, no," she says, "a run in my hose!"

A whooshing sound in the air. The citizens point. "Look! Up in the sky! It's a kite! It's a wind sock! No, it's... PANTYHOSE MAN!!"

His face distorted by the clever and idiom-appropriate identity protection, he lands lightly on his feet. "Not to worry!" he exclaims. "I am here to save the day!" He brandishes a pair of hose. "Let me help you off with those hose and put these on you."

She stares at him a moment. "Umm... pass. Thanks."

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The day is saved

It was windy for the first day in a long time. But the wind would not bother them. Their mission would not be effected by the wind. They had had their purpose and they needed to complete it or, well the or was unspeakable. The five of them stood nearly still at the top of the hill and waited for it to being. The sun would rise in a moment or two and in that instant the day would be won or lost. First light, hands raised and cast the spells cloaking the earth from their presents for another day.

Posted by: Jeffrey Hite at April 2, 2009 10:30 AM · Permalink

Pantyhose Man! ROFL!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at April 2, 2009 11:54 AM · Permalink