Drabble me timbers

Some of you post drabbles on your site – what’s a drabble, you ask. It’s a 100 word vignette, fact or fiction. Here’s my first one.
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Husband sat hunched over a keyboard.

“What are you doing?” wife quizzed. No reply, only glassy-eyed staring at a blank Word doc.

Wife tapped her foot , repeated her inquiry.

His answer, between clenched teeth, dumbfounded her, “D-r-a-b-b-l-e.”

“What, babble. You say I’m babbling?”

The high-backed chair swung in her direction. A strange utterance, unlike anything she’d heard before, spilled out. “D-r-a-b-b-l-e, d-r-a-b-b-l-e , d-r-a-b-b-l-e.”

“ Doctor, come quickly – I think my husband’s had a stroke.”
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Here’s a video someone create on Youtube –

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AND NOW FOR SOME REAL FUN – FILL IN THE BLANKS ON THIS SITE AND IT WILL CREATE A DRABBLE FOR YOU – HYSTERICAL.

Here’s one it created for me – I am still laughing – so will you.

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Drabble-Matic

I’m Dreaming Of A Streamline Christmas

It was Christmas Eve. Ed sat grossly in deep water, sipping worldly eggnog.

He looked at the chatty basket hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Audrey had hung it there, just before they looked at each other pathetically and then fell into each other’s arms and smooched each other’s toe.

If only I hadn’t been so glowing, Ed thought, pouring a loving amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Audrey might not have got so jealous and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a private tear and held his lips in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a chubby voice lifted happily up in song.

I’m dreaming of a streamline Christmas

Just like a disco dancing queen

Ed ran to the door. It was Audrey, looking sympathetic all over with snow.

“I missed you tenderly,” Audrey said. “And I wanted to smooch your toe again.”

Ed hugged Audrey and started to sob.

“I think you’re drunk,” Audrey said.

“I think so too,” Ed said and they smooched each other’s toe until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted hippo ear and lived drunkenly until Ed got drunk again.

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