Tristen loved his brother Ronnie dearly, but that masculine urge not to share the breadth and depth of his feelings revealed itself every time he texted him ‘Lova ya’ instead of ‘Love you’.
Braydon’s dimples were so pronounced that instead of a body shot taken from his bellybutton, people would request to take it from them instead.
The shipping container had had an adventurous life – travelling around the world on boats, cranes, trains and trucks, hauling all sorts of shit. In its old age, it was looking forward to settling down, which it did once it was dropped on a patch of farmland somewhere in Bavaria and converted into a tiny home.
The only way to truly discover the essence and utility of the support pole he gripped on the train, decided toddler Logan, was to lick it.
Esteban Calderon, known as ‘MrPeeMagee’ online, wrote incredibly non-PC things from his PC, in the comfort of his room where the air was kept at a perfect temperature thanks to the AC, somewhere in suburban Washington D.C.
Naval operator Hussain had a poor gay-dar. It was a closely-guarded secret upon his frigate; no-one wanted to let slip to a potential enemy that they wouldn’t be able to detect a hostile ship if it were full of homosexuals.
Jovani Lawson wrote a personal self-help book. That is, the problems it addressed and improvements it suggested were entirely for her. As publishers told her, the self-help market fawned over a niche, but nothing that niche.
‘Stop it!’ exclaimed Krystal, after being assailed by a juicy morsel of gossip.
In a bid to stay relevant, Sea World hired former Olympic swimmers to perform in shows, hoping to phase out their increasingly unpopular animal exhibits.
The inadvertent black eye from footy bought Milly an unexpected but welcome improvement in the agreeableness of her colleagues at work. Everyone seemed to accept her every opinion without the hint of an argument.
As the invisible wave rolled over, the sand below was thrust up into plumes, like a thousand invisible bombs had gone off courtesy of a squadron flying high above.
John expected that the answer to the age-old question ‘Where did the time go?’ was related to the answer for ‘When did my garage fill up with all of this shit?’
Even if she’d arrived at work blindfolded in a well-insulated bubble, Mary could have easily guessed it was winter. All the taps in the bathroom had been rotated to the hot setting.
Payton hadn’t intended on running the length of a marathon that day. Simply put, he was new to his suburb and got completely lost on his routine lunchtime run.
As she stared at her car insurance letter, only the summit of the mountain of bills sitting on her kitchen bench, Anya wouldn’t have minded a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Or a real-life Monopoly Go square.
Seeming as though his wife had named their Wi-Fi something relatively tame, Grant relabelled the bathroom as ‘Defecation Station’.