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AFTER THE ROW Built an over large snowman on your front doorstep & hid behind it. Rang your doorbell until you were annoyed by it. “Yes...yes! ” you flung open the door to be confronted with a snowman telling you he loved you until slowly your heart began to melt. **** SNOWBALL WARS! Use a shiny blue megaphone to magnify the menace in my voice. My snarl barks curt commands as authentic as any movie scene I've seen with a Rod Steiger fat ugly cop tone. 'We know you're in there! ' 'We've got the house surrounded! ' 'You don't stand a chance! ' 'Give yourself up & come out with yer hands up! ' And, it's true: I have ringed the house with an army of snowmen (some better trained than others) others a little shaky nothing more than half-made rookies. Their nasty little coal black eyes trained on the door a snowball in each of their twitchy twiggy fingers more for effect than actual firepower. I command from behind the line. My little pyramid of snowballs at the ready waits eagerly at my right hand longing to be thrown. A tense suspenseful second that seems to last for ever then suddenly you emerge a human blur dashing from the door like the last freeze frame from BUTCH CASSIDY & THE SUNDANCE KID. My army of snowmen are caught on the hop frozen to the spot not expecting the unexpected. 'What now...boss? ' they scream losing their nerve. You are armed to the teeth with snowballs frozen from the fridge one or two snowmen have already lost their heads another has his snowball shot from his hand as you break through the cordon determined to take me down. Get me (you reckon) & all the snowmen will just cave in turn & run. Your lipstick yells redly (voice made visible) I take a snowball to the heart fall in almost slow motion as you leap upon me kiss me ...to death!
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
AFTER THE ROW
AFTER THE ROW Built an over large snowman on your front doorstep & hid behind it. Rang your doorbell until you were annoyed by it. “Yes...yes! ” you flung open the door to be confronted with a snowman telling you he loved you until slowly your heart began to melt. **** SNOWBALL WARS! Use a shiny blue megaphone to magnify the menace in my voice. My snarl barks curt commands as authentic as any movie scene I've seen with a Rod Steiger fat ugly cop tone. 'We know you're in there! ' 'We've got the house surrounded! ' 'You don't stand a chance! ' 'Give yourself up & come out with yer hands up! ' And, it's true: I have ringed the house with an army of snowmen (some better trained than others) others a little shaky nothing more than half-made rookies. Their nasty little coal black eyes trained on the door a snowball in each of their twitchy twiggy fingers more for effect than actual firepower. I command from behind the line. My little pyramid of snowballs at the ready waits eagerly at my right hand longing to be thrown. A tense suspenseful second that seems to last for ever then suddenly you emerge a human blur dashing from the door like the last freeze frame from BUTCH CASSIDY & THE SUNDANCE KID. My army of snowmen are caught on the hop frozen to the spot not expecting the unexpected. 'What now...boss? ' they scream losing their nerve. You are armed to the teeth with snowballs frozen from the fridge one or two snowmen have already lost their heads another has his snowball shot from his hand as you break through the cordon determined to take me down. Get me (you reckon) & all the snowmen will just cave in turn & run. Your lipstick yells redly (voice made visible) I take a snowball to the heart fall in almost slow motion as you leap upon me kiss me ...to death!
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
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