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CHAPTER 1...Scottish Cardboard

The doorbell rang.  

Phil, a skinny little man, opened the door.  So far, so good.

There, framed in the doorway, stood a tall, angular chap, smiling rather foolishly, as if he'd been practicing for quite some time beforehand.  

The man, very much resembling a cat with an orange slice in its mouth, seemed to be holding a rather large, corrugated cardboard box.  

As he continued to practice his smile, now with a live audience, he asked, from around his teeth, in a rather obviously fake English accent, if "You wouldn't ‘appen to know just where this is supposed to go would yew ol’ chap?" 

Phil, intrigued by this delivery boy who did not seem to know how, or even where, to deliver his package, decided there was only one thing to do:  Help the poor soul.  

Phil did not want the lad to be fired, and thus decided to provide him with his destination.

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