Phone Calls Are Hard

AT LEAST SHE HAS A PHONE…OH YEAH—I’VE GOT ONE NOW, TOO!!!

Not a Red Head

I have a confession to make. I can’t phone.

It seems that the moment that I am forced to use a mobile device for it’s intended purpose instead of for texting, Candy Crush, or taking distorted selfies, I lose all mental capacity. I also stop knowing how the English language works. I develop a mean stutter and weird verbal tics. It’s a sad realization, but somehow I know I can’t be alone.

Just kidding about the Candy Crush. The only candy I am crushing is a fat Snickers bar with my grill. Enjoy!

Later this week I am announcing a sweet give away, and you wont even have to make a single phone call.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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