A Fick Too Far

by Robotech_Master
originally published at 07:31PM on Sunday, December 16, 2007

“Fick…fick…fick…” The strange unkempt man wandered past the shop, mumbling under his breath.

“Who is that?” I asked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper shrugged. “Nobody really knows. He found ficlets, and just sort of went on a jag. Now he wanders around ficking all the time. At least when he’s not down at the bridge, rolling stones into the brook.”

“Rolling stones?” I asked.

“Yeah.” The shopkeeper shook his head. “Damn fick jagger.”




  • from Kermitgorf:

    HAHa, funny.

  • from THX 0477:

    Very cute little counter-point wrapped in a very bad pun. I salute you and your punniness.