Scary Gary by Mark Buford for November 05, 2019

Sublime!!

(Potato chips, not the poetry.)

Try something in a lighter vein…have you got anything about trans fats…?

Something worse than Vogon poetry.

Oy! There are no words…

Breeze. Not wind. Ah.. go with your thesaurus like they all do.

Cill my landlord.

Cill my landlord.

C-I-L-L my LAND-LORD!——Tyrone

I just lost my appetite for potato chips…

HEY you gotta start somewhere !!!!! lol

Write what you know…that has stopped me from writing many a time.

Has Mark been hanging around Pastis? “I know they hate your puns, but I can make the readers even angrier…”

THANK you for leaving his shirt on… ☺

Write what you know!

The Hallowe’en GEICO add has a husband and wife who are haunted by Caspar the friendly ghost.

So much depends

upon

a red chip

bowl

glazed with nacho

cheese

beside the spicy

chicken wings.

Snowflakes in the wind? —A gang of smelly unwashed college kids marching down the street in protest of whatever?

But potato chips are so beautiful! They deserve an ode or two, at least! Go, Gary!