July 2017 Newsletter
Introduction by Mike Litoris
Summertime is always a flurry of activity here in Small Town with the city folks wanting to come and visit our quiet town. This month is our busiest month since Christmas of 2016 and we have 7 articles! Whew! I had to wipe my eyebrows with a kerchief just thinking about all the work that went into this issue.
In this issue: Aunt Blabby reassures the town pervert, Deborah Poirier updates us on the explosion that started the forest fires, Margo Prentice shares a story about bee stings, and there’s a group discussion about lumbersexuals.
So I hope you enjoy this month’s newsletter!
Local woman wears fake glasses to look smarter
by Mike Litoris
All the residents of Small Town gasped in surprise when Sarah-Anne Snarkley appeared on the main street wearing fake glasses yesterday. Snarkley, who is described by locals as a person whose IQ is lower than the posted speed limit at a dead end, said she wanted to impress the new resident in town.
This reporter had to inquire, “What new resident?”
“The tall, handsome fella over there,” she said as she pointed towards the street.
I looked around but I couldn’t see anybody.
I said, “I’m not sure what you’re pointing at.”
“The man with the dog over there,” she said as she pointed towards a dog.
I started laughing and said, “That’s a lamp post with Sheila Dunham’s dog relieving itself on it!”
Snarkley got all huffy and walked away from me. She really is as dumb as a post!
Dear Aunt Blabby
“Dear Aunt Blabby, I can’t enjoy sex unless I am wearing a lumberjacket and work boots….and is it wrong that I married my wife because she is flat as a board and had never been laid? Sincerely, I’m a lumbersexual and I’m ok”
Lumber jackets are warm soft n fluffy and help to avoid chafing best thing really cuz who wants chafing during sex right? As for loving your wife cuz she’s flat as a board n never been laid, well that’s better then being a board with nails that stick in ya whenever ya do the dirty, not to mention the splinters…..does she stand in the yard with her arms out and let the cats climb her?”
Explosion in the park
by Deborah Poirier
All of a sudden, we heard a big explosion. It looked like it was coming from the National Park. It was summer and the park was full of campers. I followed the fire team as they made their way to the site. I had heard that the Fire Chief was having an affair with the town’s only arsonist and I wanted to get the scoop on that story. I was bitterly disappointed when nobody would dish out the details on the affair and instead I have to present this story.
As we arrived at the explosion site, it was packed with families trying to get out. I saw a perfect occasion for interviews.
I was lucky to speak to the bear family as they were running for cover. They were the perfect interviewees as they were close to that campsite.
They brought their cubs to have them experience camp life. They showed them how to scare people and take the food that was left behind. As they were eating, they were startled by a big boom that came close by. They thought it was a shotgun blast. They were worried that hunting season had started early.
As they were scurrying their cubs to safety, they turned around to see the campsite a few blocks away engulfed in flames.
I then had the opportunity to speak with the teenage chipmunks. They were enjoying their loud music and partying when they heard the blast. They were curious so they had to take a look.
The fire was blazing high, but they were able to see another family still around the campsite. They recognized the moose family. They assisted them to the entrance so they could be examined by paramedics.
I also had the opportunity to briefly speak with the moose family as they were being checked by paramedics. The head of the household said that he started the campfire with toothpicks and branches that he found nearby. All was going well when all of a sudden his son farted in the direction of the campfire and that is how the explosion happened. They did not know what hit them.
by Margo Prentice
When Billie Bob the three-year-old son of Sara ran through the door screaming, Sara was alarmed.
“Bite me, something bite me. Look see my head.”
He was playing outside when he came running into the house.
Yes, there was a definite bite on his ear. Sara saw the stinger and got him to sit still long enough to pull it out with tweezers. He had never been bitten before so she didn’t know what to expect. It wasn’t very long until his ear got bigger and bigger.
It got so big that she could see the light of day through it. He wouldn’t let her touch it and after a short time. He said, “Don’t hurt Mommy.” But did he look strange! Looking lop-sided and with his small stature, his ear made him look like a garden dwarf. Sara could not contain her laughter.
He looked at her with his dark brown eyes, and shouted, “No laugh at me Mommy.”
She just could not suppress her laughter. Sara gave him anti histamine and sent him to his room and told him to lie down on his bed. When he came back into the kitchen the ear was still big and at the point where the bee stung him, was a point! She started to laugh again.
Sara had to go to the store so she put him in the car seat and off they drove. She put a hat on him but the big, red pointed ear just stuck out of the side of his head. In the store, he was well-behaved, but oh my, the stares. She overheard, “Look at that little boy with the deformed ear. Or so cute he looks like one of Santa’s elves.
She brought him home and still had to hold back laughing. He wasn’t in any pain.
“I’m not a bad mother, am I?” she thought.
Sara decided to dress him in green and put the cap on him. Then told him to sit in the front yard rockery and wait for their neighbour who would be coming home at any moment.
“Now just stand still, point you head with your new big ear showing and when Mr. Ballski drives by, wave at him.”
She felt like she had a living little elf in my front garden rock garden. When Mr. Ballski drove past he slowed down looked at my elf son, peeped the horn and shouted, “Very funny. ”
To this day even though Billie Bob is all grown she can still close her eyes and see her little boy-child with the giant see-through ear and smiles. Sara often wonders if she was a bad mother.
Town Honours Technology Inventor
by Mike Litoris
Twenty Small Towners showed up at the Town Hall today to honour Raymond Samuels. Samuels is known in these parts as the man who invented toilet seat warmers for outhouses. Samuels is a roly-poly, down-to-earth farmer in his mid-50s. We spoke to Samuels to get his reaction.
“How does it feel to be honored by the town?”
Samuels, “It was a surprise!”
“What gave you the idea for the toilet seat warmers?
Samuels, “I got inspired by having to use the outhouse during that -40C cold snap last winter. I knew I had to do something once I felt Jack Frost nipping at my butt. My wife suggested that perhaps I should warm up the seat with a hot water bottle from now on. That’s when I started to work on Operation Hot Buns a.k.a toilet seat warmers.”
“Many people are dubbing you “The Prince of Cheeks”. What do you think of that title?”
Samuels laughed and said, “I’m okay with that even though it’s cheeky.”
Two Charged in Mailbox Theft
by Mike Litoris and The Old Bastrich
There was utter chaos when the town’s only mailbox went missing last Monday. Frank Hardy was yelling and pointing at where the mailbox was supposed to be located. The mailman was whinin’ and cryin’ and snottin’ at the nose because he wasn’t sure where to pick up the mail now. Panic ensued when Jordan Alexis did his weekly nude jog passed the scene. The police were quick to respond to this emergency with kleenex boxes and hot chocolate for everyone. Afterall, chocolate puts people in a good mood.
Once emotions were placated, the police began to search for clues. They grew suspicious when they followed the trail of letters back to the Pinkpumps’ house.
The elderly twins, Prissy and Penelope Pinkpumps were born in the house the day before the stock market crash of 1929. It seems the twins heisted the mailbox after finishing a crate of jellied raspberry cordial. They were tired of going outside to mail their letters so they decided to bring the mailbox home.
The elderly twins have been charged with the theft of a mailbox and thinking while intoxicated. The mailbox has been returned to its rightful place and the mailman’s purpose in life has been restored.
by Mike Litoris
Small Talk is where I interview people at a local bar – before they get sent to the drunk tank. This month’s question focuses on the term the big city folks in Metropola are using: Lumbersexual.
“Lumbersexual? How do they deal with all those splinters?”
“Sex with lumber? Them big city folks sure are strange!”
“What a man does in the privacy of his own home with a 2×4 is his business!”
With great appreciation, I would like to Thank our contributors:
Annette Joyal as Deborah Poirier, Margo Prentice, Gord Pollock as Terry Floyd, C J Jackman Zigante as Aunt Blabby, Anne Bierworth as Annatooshus Belle, Frances Hamlin as Franny Farkle, Ron Kearse as The Old Bastrich, Jessie Blair as Mike Litoris.