Slylock Fox – August 19th, 2013
Slylock had never met a woman who looked exactly like him before, and he was smitten. He thought back to that flirting course he took in community college, and formulated a plan to win her heart. “Excuse me,” he said, “can you write, ‘hey hot stuff’ on that cake?”
Beads of sweat raced down her beautiful noggin. She scribbled in icing: “robbers”.
Slylock just couldn’t picture himself with a girl who can’t spell.