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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

FF: Grounded

After 30 Missed Calls from Mom, when panic creeps in and you confess the truth


 "Sorry Mom, I was drunk out of my head when I built that track-road. I am not sure what"


For a moment she is fine, then she sees the rail-road whatever...and hell breaks loose


I am grounded for a week.

Thank you. Signing Off.
Bob the Builder

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8 comments:

  1. LindaJanuary 11, 2017 at 7:15 PM

    I have three sons. I get it :)

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    1. DeepaJanuary 12, 2017 at 2:31 PM

      :-) I am sure
      Thanks for dropping by Linda :-)

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 12, 2017 at 8:18 AM

    Haha! A drunk Bob the Builder! What a funny take on the prompt :-)

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  3. NEEL ANIL PANICKERJanuary 12, 2017 at 5:25 PM

    Hahaha What a fun piece.

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  4. Keith's RamblingsJanuary 13, 2017 at 5:54 PM

    I can just see him in his lop-sided yellow hard hat! Delightful.

    ...when I grow up! My tale.

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    1. DeepaJanuary 17, 2017 at 11:03 AM

      Sometimes I see him like that too..

      Thanks for dropping by Keith :-)

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