Talk of the Town: I already had a nice little island picked out. The lottery’s rigged.
talk of the town
Mark LaFlamme: The mystery of the soggy green couch with bonus fungal infection
Talk of the Town: A new daddy, unmentionable ring worms and unclaimed cocaine.
Mark LaFlamme: There’s a disturbing lack of fireworks and fireflies
Talk of the Town: We apparently have given up on lighting off firecrackers and hindquarters.
Mark LaFlamme: At last! A reason to get naked
Talk of the Town: Buffed bumpers, advanced physics, Bactine, trouser terror. When it rains . . .
Mark LaFlamme: It’s not so much what you said but the way you said it
Talk of the Town: Rain. Breezy tussles. Higher math. Jilted lovers. What a week. How about a do-over?
Mark LaFlamme: The pod people are among us
Talk of the town: Public confessions, zombifying flowers, only eating after dark and so much more.
Talk of the town: Mother Nature. You scary.
The fear is real. But which fear? There are so many to choose from. Let me think a minute.
Mark LaFlamme: Plant your corn early
Talk of the Town: Good times for yard drinking, bees, meat lovers and Sheriff Eric Samson.
Mark LaFlamme: My attack hawk will be here at any moment
Talk of the Town: I swear one pothole was so deep, I saw a beautiful mermaid down there frolicking in a lost subterranean city. Either that or . . .
Mark LaFlamme: Just do it! It will amuse me.
Talk of the Town: The more this person wrote me to trumpet the many joys of the presumably stinky cheese, the more it began to feel like some practical joke.