‘Santa? You’ll never guess what!’
‘Don’t you knock, Clyde? It’s 3am.’
‘More like 2:30. Anyway, guess!’
‘I don’t know. What is it?’
‘Bezos and Rudolph are in bed together.’
‘Yeah. I told you they’re in cahoots.’
‘No — I mean “in bed”. As in “bedroom” and “sheets” and “pillows” and…’
‘What?’
‘Better yet, I have footage! The elves let me in! They’re unhappy with the new work hours and elimination of bathroom breaks.’
‘The elves let you film their “naked celebration”?’
‘Yule logs and other things an innocent reindeer shouldn’t have to see!’
‘Blackmail material? It’s perfect. Well done, Clyde!’
Story Old — Bunny Ranch
“Here at the Bunny Ranch, the finest whorehouse in Nevada, ‘Yule’ be naked and in the celebration spirit in no time!”
Times had changed in the Puritan States, as owner Nic Dictacular (not his given name) liked to call the United States. It was amazing how little it took, in the form of a campaign contribution to his representative’s re-election campaign, to see a law passed allowing commercials to be run, in prime time, on cable TV. National advertising! Only a few years ago, he’d had problems simply opening a bank account. And now he was on cable! Amazing!
Links to other sites where I publish:
Blogger = https://onehundredwordsbyparz.blogspot.com
Medium = https://medium.com/100-word-or-less-stories
YouTube = https://www.youtube.com/user/parzivalsattva
And a link to where my Lovely Lady Love (who also operates the camera) posts her art: https://www.youtube.com/user/recyclinggoddess
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