Cecil

Cecil scratched his armpits and trouser snake while the van was stopped at the traffic lights. He farted as the light turned green, put the van into gear, and drove off.

He was sweating again. At the next traffic light he opened the window: cool air in, stink out. The petunias on the roundabout wilted.

At the next red light he absent-mindedly popped one of the spots on his chin, then burped.

He'd arrived. He parked on a double-yellow line and went into the charm school for his 20^th lesson.

New Laptop

Once there was a writer who got a nice new laptop which she could take everywhere. This meant that she could finally write in all those odd little moments which previously got wasted. Since she had very little free time, the odd moments soon became at least half of her writing time. So did her output double?

Oh no, it was much better than that. She finally got some momentum going, and her productivity soared. She finally finished her novel and became rich and famous and bought laptops for all her friends.

What's a Few Tentacles Between Friends?

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