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Charming Jeff Blackman
Charming Jeff Blackman
Charming Jeff Blackman
A Short Story
by big lux
Phil Johnson looked at the stripy teapot in his hands and felt
lonely.
As Phil stepped outside and Jeff came closer, he could see the
courageous glint in his eye.
Phil looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the
stripy teapot. "Jeff, get out of my house," he replied.
They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two
leaking, late lizards running at a very snooty bar mitzvah, which
had jazz music playing in the background and two daring
uncles jogging to the beat.
Phil regarded Jeff's hairy toenails and brown thighs. "I feel the
same way!" revealed Phil with a delighted grin.
THE END