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Ballsy Reunion

Ballsy Homecoming 

Copyright © 2016 by Penny Tawret 

Hippo Productions 

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Lauren “Aussie” Rakoff 

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I blasted my way heavily through the main entrance doors of our hangout spot with my Beretta; making the offending Mexican foxes and wolves look like mounds of Swiss cheese and cherry drizzle as I quickly pushed forward behind the nearest bit of cover I could retrieve before repeating the process over again. “Now, this is what I call a party!” I contently burst out, as I and Pretty Nicky over to my left downed another good few or so Cholos with headshots before moving up down the main hall corridor toward the food court area. “Tell me about it.” He agreed, steadily holstering his weapon at the sight of the coast ahead being finally clear. “If this keeps up, I might even finally break a sweat.” “When have you ever?” I chuckled in response. “Even with all that extra weight of yours you got sticking to that gut.” Nicky scoffed. “Hey, didn’t your mother ever tell you that muscle always ways more than fat? Or with the street name ‘Aussie’, have you been living in a pouch half your life instead of a crib?” “Oh, shut it, Cheeto puff and stuff.” I growled playfully, as Rhonda lead the way carefully around the next corner where we could finally be fully at peaceful ease with our mates from the local Hystericals crew retreating quietly around the many round tables of the now spacious eatery; weapons still drawn and at the ready in case of any other unexpected and/or abnormal activity. “Hey, hey, hey!” A familiar pudgy framed German Shepherd called out in pure full on recognition and reference to one of all-time favorite phrases from late nights in front of the flat screen. “It’s faaat AL gore!” We both chanted comically in unison as the pads and toenails of her bare feet thudded rhythmically to the beat of the little after jingle playing over in our heads as she moseyed up to me. “Good to see you once again, sister.” She said, slapping paws with me in loving canine affection. “It’s been one hell of a long while.”    


Ballsy Reunion

“Hey, hey, hey!” A familiar pudgy framed German Shepherd called out in pure full on recognition and reference to one of all-time favorite phrases from late nights in front of the flat screen. “It’s faaat AL gore!” We both chanted comically in unison as the pads and toenails of her bare feet thudded rhythmically to the beat of the little after jingle playing over in our heads as she moseyed up to me. “Good to see you once again, sister.” She said, slapping paws with me in loving canine affection. “It’s been one hell of a long while.”

  • Author: Penny Tawret
  • Published: 2016-07-17 01:05:06
  • Words: 421
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