"Nice job Ma!" Phil said encouragingly, then, noticing the limp, added quickly "Saaay, did you sprain your ankle again?"
"Yep!" she said proudly, lighting herself a cigar and inhaling deeply, caressing the delivery boy's former parcel.
"What's with the cigar?" demanded Lightning Lad, from the inner bowels of the living room.
He was a pleasant enough husband, and took his parenting job of Phil quite seriously, but he was occasionally a tad too secretive about what it was exactly, that he did for a living, and very rarely allowed anyone to wash his tights, claiming that it might explode his gas balls. (which was often met with various fart jokes from Phil's Mother)
How could you best encourage a blogger to blog?
How could you best encourage a blogger to blog?
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