AND, INDEED, I was. Brenda was relentless. The next day was Sunday and she was still hard at it, or, rather, me. If I had been hoping to commit the seventh deadly sin of sloth, I was to be sorely disappointed.
So now, I just live day by day, humbly putting my life back together. Brenda is a performance artist, currently touring men’s prisons.
And me? I’m much in demand as an exhibit warning of the dangers of the flesh. I no longer look in mirrors.
THE END!
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Classic British comedy Simon, damn clever!
Thank you Jack. That’s quite an achievement for someone (me) who’s half Irish and half Greek.
It’s fine, I’m of half English and half German descent.
A performance artist in men’s prisons? HA HA HA Well, at least she got a career out of it! Such an excellent series!
Thank you Donna. It struck me as the only logical place she could go.
Based on this I would inquire if you have any flesh left to commit sin with.
I do. Eric doesn’t. But in the end, it’s just a story!