He'd need to set his story in the past. Or in the distant future. How could he tell a 2020 love story of a couple wearing masks? Home alone, staring at screens? Storytelling required contact. For the next while, this would be the writer's dilemma.
by Monkey's Dad April 21, 2020
Get the writer's dilemmamug. "If there's no vaccine, the least they could do is market an anticovidepressant. I mean, Jesus, how much freakin' longer is this going to drag on?" she thought, almost unable to remember her fun-loving, free-spirited, hopeful and joyful self.
by Monkey's Dad July 28, 2020
Get the anticovidepressantmug. By six-thirty, her voice was a fractured, abrasive croak, her daily frogmentation from nine straight hours of phone sessions.
by Monkey's Dad April 17, 2020
Get the frogmentationmug. The pain, the hunger, the ceaseless cruelties endured by so many, for no one's gain, immobilized her. She knew she was emotionally tragile and could never be indifferent to the grief of others.
by Monkey's Dad March 05, 2020
Get the tragilemug. As the months wore on, all hopeful answers leading to dead ends, coronavirus threatened to become an incurable coronundrum.
by Monkey's Dad April 26, 2020
Get the Coronundrummug. Sitting in the front row at the Oscars, watching as the envelope was slowly opened, waiting to hear her name called for Best Actress, she was on pins and noodles, wondering if she'd be able to walk to the stage or whether her legs would turn to spaghetti.
by Monkey's Dad March 01, 2020
Get the pins and noodlesmug. An unsolicited photo of a person's genitalia. The politically correct term for what was long known as "indecent exposure", borrowed from the whole baby-coming-out-party idiocy.
She was neither shocked nor offended by Jared's sending her a dick pic an hour after their first date, as if he was unsure whether he was actually a man. She was fairly certain he was, and was not in need of the gender reveal.
by Monkey's Dad June 14, 2021
Get the Gender Revealmug.