Fantastical Friday: Trucks and Trucklets

It was a strange sight, that truck drowned in overgrown grass. At least cover it up with some dirt, man. If you’ve got enough time to dig up a hole for a truck, what’s stopping you from covering it up? This was my thought process every time I walked down the street on my way to work, wondering at how lazy someone must be to half-bury a truck.

The morning I shouted “holy moly”, I was thinking the same thing passing by. Was this a millennial who had done this, what with their short attention spans?

And then I shouted, “Holy moly!”

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Fantastical Friday: A Completely Normal School Report

Our sources say there is nothing in the rulebooks which prohibits us from holding flaming chainsaws to the judges’ necks. We also thanked them and apologised later on for any PTSD they might have from this minor incident, but they only looked at us with shell-shocked eyes. We take it that they received our gratitude well.

Fantastical Friday: Chain Mail is Scary… Or is it?

“OPEN THIS EMAIL NOW OR DIE TONIGHT AT 1”

There’s just something unsettling about that. Which is why I was reluctant to open this.