Chuck you, Farley!
I was in fine fettle and feeling frisky last Friday. I felt it would be a fun and frivolous frolic to use my finesse and mental file full of facile facts, to fearlessly fabricate a folio featuring the letter F, to favor my many fine fans and faithful followers.
My first foray was merely a foolish façade. I found that I was a failure, a feeble fake, and felt like a fog-brained, fatuous, old fart, really full of foolish ego.
I had to flee from the feeling of frustration for failing to finish my finite little Flash Fiction feature. I felt that I had really fouled up, a facet I’d never fully faced before. At least no-one gave me the foul fickle finger of fate, and told me to F… off.
This futile alliteration function has me feeling freaky. Fear not, friends. I’m now finally free to flog a fresh foundation for the following letter, G.
I’m fully finished, and find I’m famished. I feel I should flit off and fix some filling and flavorful foreign food, for example, fajitas or frijoles. 😉
Doona fash yerself, laddie.
I canna! 😦 It’s forbidden in this jurisdiction. 😯
Fine alliteration here. Not the way I’d have treated “F” of course, but I like this anyway.
I’m sure I’d like to see how you treated ‘F’, but you have free electrons to push around the corporation. 😛
Sounds kinda fishy to me.
I was fishing for compliments. Looks like I failed again. 😉
Chuck you, Farley?
You work for people who say things like that. I’ve worked with them. 😆