That one debbie downer of the group.. wow

That one debbie downer of the group.. wow never thought I could be sooo

quiet. I just couldn't get it out of my head and it made me feel like I had to be so quiet. I couldn't look at my friends the same way again, not after all that had happened.

Lets face it...swimming naked with the entire cast of "L is not for Labium" is not something this guy takes lightly...it doesn't happen every day...I needed to tell someone...but

they had shed their clothes like cocoons and turned into brilliant butterflies, gentle and brilliant and beautiful. I was sitting in the shallow end, legs tightly crossed. I was

badly in need of a bathroom, but afraid to get up, lest I disturb the lovely dance of the butterfly people. They noticed my distress, saying "Let us lead you to a Ladies Room."

How I detested improvised interpretative dancing with audience participation. "Make way! Her royal monarch needs to use the throne!" The butterflies people exclaimed in unison.

I didn't want to make a flap, so I kept my forewings deferentially closed. But when the royal monarch passed, I subtly extended a hingwing so that she stumbled, proboscis-first

Into the Royal Jelly tribute from a rival hive queen who was considering an alliance. What none of us knew was that the Rival Queen was desguised as the envoy’s page. Jelly on bot

Tom was unusually hard to apply. Tom Foolery was his name and he had a reputation for being a prankster. Mrs. Foolery was accustomed to it and often apologised.

But there were no additional apologies once Tom opened Pranks R Us, a retail store stocked to the gills with whoopee cushions, joy buzzers, and dribble glasses. Tom had made good.