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Silent But Deadly
Julia: I’ve run out of ideas.
John: Wait!
Julia: What is it?
John: Hang on.
Pause
Julia smells something eggy.
John: Nope, just an SBD.
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As you may have noticed, I’ve lowered the tone to fart jokes. And it’s not the first time. I’m actually growing quite fond of John. So far my twitterplays have featured ‘pissin’, a bowl of hair, a field of shit, and wedgies to reference but a few.
What does that say about me?
Wait. Don’t answer that.
So, I’ve made it to day 20 of 100 Days and I’m feeling pretty good. I’ve had a few seeds of ideas for future twitterplays (I mean I haven’t even touched on poo or periods yet), but if anyone wants to throw some inspiration my way that would be cool.
Just leave a comment here or on Twitter (@gregwohead) with anything at all— a word, a name, a photo, a title, a situation, a link to music. Just whatever. And I’ll use it as inspiration for one of the next 80 (!) plays.
Thanks for keeping up with me.
-Greg
2 Comments
arty French pornography, and the mining industry.
There’s two.
Christina Aguilera.
Go.