Farm Hill Rd
Middletown, Connecticut
Barbara: *cooking English muffin pizzas*
Denise: Smells good! I can't wait till they're done!
Barbara: Me neither!
Timer: *goes off*
Barbara: They're ready! *puts on the oven mitts and takes out the English muffin pizzas, loaded with pizza sauce, cheese and pepperoni*
Old Man: *gray hair, gray mustache and long gray beard* What in tarnation is this garbage?
Barbara: Excuse me, but who the heck are you, and what are you doing here?
Old Man: You call yourself a cook? These look like beef patties that look ugly because they're not grilled!
Denise: Buzz off, you old goat face! Try one! They're English muffin pizzas, by the way!
Old Man: *tries one, and burns his mouth* Yow!!!!!
Denise: Oh I forgot to tell you, they just came out of the oven!
Old Man: Too hot!!!
Barbara: Go on, scram!
Old Man: *walks out of Barbara's house*
Denise: Is he a neighbor?
Barbara: No. If I ever catch him her again, I'm calling the cops! He's lucky I didn't pull on his beard!
Denise: He reminds me of the Monopoly guy kinda!
This story was written on Tuesday, May 21st, 2024.
A/N Get lost, old geezer! And it's funny that English muffin pizza burned your mouth! You should have waited till it cooled off! 😅😅😅😅😅 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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