Evil Joy Speaks

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For the Love of Toes

 

 

 

 

 

Sam had a problem.  A BIG problem.  His fetish with the little toes of women was getting out of hand.  He loved the way the looked especially when they’d add that polish to their little tiny toe nail.  The big toe didn’t do a thing for him.  Neither did any of the next three.  But that baby toe.  That little toe.  That thing of glory.  It was so perfect it caused him misery.

His Leprechaun brethren didn’t understand this fetish, this complete and all consuming obsession with the little toes of women.  “For Clover’s Sake man, pull yourself together!” they’d say.  “You’re going to get caught one day with yourself in a shoe just looking for that toe.  The Luck ‘o The Irish won’t save you from being smooshed by the foot holding that little toe!” they’d say.

Sam’s fetish held a level of perseverance not understood by his fellow Leprechauns.  He needed those toes.  Those sparkly, perfect, little piggies spoke to him.  Their haunting tune called to him like a siren.  Their odor was like perfume to his little Leprechaun nose.

As St. Patrick’s Day was approaching Sam knew he could indulge in seeking out his fetish a bit more.  Those humans had green stuff and little statues like him all about.  Sam had plenty of places to hide during the day and that was the BEST time to see as many little piggies of beauty as possible.  He went to the gym.  These women really liked to change shoes a lot here – walk in to the building in glorious sandals that allowed him a peek at his precious.  Then shoes off and now…the tennis shoe.  He couldn’t see the toes but the odor they left those shoes with was simply…perfection.  The sandals would come back.

Sam decided to climb into a tennis shoe in a bag of a woman who routinely changed her polish color.  He figured if she had that many different colors of polish she must pay special attention to her feet.

Do you know what happened next?

Here’s a hint.

Charlotte pulled out her tennis shoes to throw them back on because she’d left her iPod on the treadmill.  She thought she felt a little something and then……

She had no idea how that pile of green paint got inside her tennis shoe.

Bye Bye Sam.

EJ out – to clean up some spilled paint in my kitchen.  And it really is green.  Oh no….we’ve killed off a Leprechaun.

 

Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

 

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At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.

I’m using: Misery ~ Perseverance ~ Leprechaun ~ Luck o’ the Irish ~ Fetish ~ Hint

They were submitted by:   The Bergman’s Life Chronicles

 

 

 

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:

http://BakingInATornado.com                   Baking In A Tornado

http://followmehome.shellybean.com              Follow me home . . .

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/              Confessions of a part-time working mom

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com                       Spatulas on Parade

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com                      Someone Else’s Genius

http://batteredhope.blogspot.com                      Battered Hope

http://www.healingtomato.com                       Healing Tomato

http://superiornonsense92.blogspot.com/                   Superior Nonsense

http://www.rocksnosaltmommy.com               Rocks, No Salt Mommy

http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com              Evil Joy Speaks

http://stacysewsandschools.wordpress.com             Stacy Sews and Schools

http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/               The Bergham’s Life Chronicles

 

7 Comments

  1. haha oh dear, not sure I could have used those words but you did a fine job. Made me laugh and you know, every time I see spilled green paint, I’ll think of Sam.

  2. Hilarious!!! You did a fantastic job using your words!!! Quite a vivid picture you painted in my mind. I loved it!!! Thanks for sharing this with me/us!!!

  3. Now every time I see spilled green paint I’m going to think someone killed a Leprechaun! Awesome story. 🙂

  4. I’m absolutely off to paint my toenails green. This was a great story, Joy. Who would ever guess that a tiny little man would love tiny little toes? Now I have to check my shoes, too. 🙂

  5. That’s what you get for being toe greedy, little Leprechaun 😉
    Happy St. Patrick’s Day, EJ!

  6. I was anxious to see what you were going to do with your words this time and I was not disappointed. Love your sense of humor. Keep it comin’

  7. Great way to use “Luck o’ Irish”. You did a great job with the post and I wasn’t. Hard to use Leprechaun and fetish in the same post. Very creative!

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