The retirement community was okay with Fred, but something was burning.
“Oh that’s Mr. Garza,” said Miss Poole. She pointed.
Garza was stuffing handfuls of Habanero peppers down his mouth.
“Mr. Garza!” scolded Miss Poole. “Did we forget our asbestos diapers today?”
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EagleAye
Ouch!
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Yeah. Not the kinda pain I’m willing to suffer. 😉
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Oh my!!
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Yeah. Whenever he gets gas, they issue gas masks to the residents. The local cops step in and gather it up to use for tear gas. 😉
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Burns going in… Burns going out! Good one.
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Seriously. The dude has jet fuel up the yingyang. 😉 Thanks Joe! 🙂
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I cringed and recoiled from the image of handfuls of habanero peppers being ingested. That’s some good writing. 🙂
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I know. My stomach gets sore just thinking about it. And thank you! I appreciate that. 🙂
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Oh no! I have fortunately never experienced that myself. What an unusual take on the prompt
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Neither have I, and I don’t plan to either. 😉 Unusual is what I strive for over here. 😉 Glad you liked it. Thanks kindly! 🙂
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Ouch!! But I laughed out loud at asbestos diapers!
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Laughs are what I always hope for. Glad to hear it. Thank you! 🙂
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Snicker. That was good.
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Hehe. Thanks very much! 🙂
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