INSPIRED BY DAN DiPAOLO

Jimmy is bloody heavy.

He's almost done. He's almost done.

Stupid spraypainter. Stupid stupid me, stupid money-hungry me.

The heels of his shoes dig dig dig into my shoulders. And keep digging.

He's taking his time and wasting my time. His outfit is horrible, too.

Chicks dig Jimmy.

Digging, digging, digging. Stupid cartoon feet.

One-hundred degrees in Boston and I'm on my tippy-toes. If he spelled the restaurant's name wrong, I'm not coming back.

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Dan's original writing prompt: "You should write a story about this (photo) for your blog. And you should add the photo."

INSPIRED BY: TRISH MINCEK

I'm not really prepared to swerve as soon as I notice the dead animal in the middle of the
road, but I do anyway. I am pretty sure it is a giant groundhog . . . 

. . . no, wait . . . ummm, a giant bear? A teddy bear? Okay, son of a bitch. There is a baby blue teddy bear in the middle of the road, and I almost caused an accident in an attempt to avoid hitting it. 

Only in Ohio! 

As I look in my rearview mirror, I can't help but laugh as the giant stuffed animal rolls from its belly to its back, being tossed around by the wind from all the passing cars. 

Now that I think about it, I wonder whose teddy bear got tossed out the window. Could it have been a toddler's favorite toy? Or was it a stupid prank by a high schooler who wanted to see how many people symphathized for roadkill in the form of a stuffed animal? Either way, I'm glad I didn't run it over after all. I don't need stuffing all up in my tires, if you know what I mean.

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Trish's original writing prompt: "You should write about how in ohio you can get into
accidents with a giant stuffed animal chilling in the middle of the road...it
was a baby blue teddy bear by the way."