Digging and Digging….

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PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer

“It’s called ‘humor’.  You know, ‘ha, ha’, humor?”

“I don’t know Russell, that might have crossed the line.”

“Oh come on, they’re all adults.  They can take a joke.”

“But that jibe against, D, well.  And what you said to R…  Oh my!  And JP, and others.  Just, Wow!”

“But it’s all part of the game, it’s what I do.  I’m a humorist.”

“Humorist, tumorist, bloomerist, sometimes mean is mean.”

“Mean?  They know what I mean.  It’s not mean.  Is it?”

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“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Nothing much, just watching Russell trying to dig himself out of a hole.”

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Connie Gayer.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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Note to non-Friday Fictioneer participants – the photo is of Russell Gayer, FF’s official humorist.  Or at least that’s his excuse ;)

64 thoughts on “Digging and Digging….”

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Yes, poor Russell is getting a little beat up today. Of course we are also paying tribute to his wit and humor, so in ways this is a bit of a homage….

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  14. Rowena

    I must be the slowest spark in the FF community. It’s only after reading Trent’s post and comments that I finally worked out that it was actually Russel in the photo. Perhaps, the mud’s now ended up on my face.
    Best wishes,
    Ro

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      As soon as I saw the name of the photographer, I wondered. Rochelle verified it by her story. Poor Russell, has his photo plastered all over the Internet and stories like this written about him…

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  15. Russell Gayer

    I loved it, Trent. I have been known to start a hole and not know when to stop digging. Thankfully, my “victims” are good sports, and considered very close friends.
    But there is a fine line between being funny and being a smartass. If you’re not careful you can fall over on the wrong side.

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    2. trentpmcd Post author

      As soon as I saw the picture the punch line jumped up immediately. All of the rib-poking I’ve seen on Friday Fictioneers has been pretty friendly. If it wasn’t, I would have stayed a thousand miles away….

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Too many. I think with the instant access to a mouthpiece (Twitter, Facebook or whatever), people seem to “talk” before thinking and spend more energy digging than they ever imagined possible….

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  20. Dale

    To tell the truth, Trent, Rochelle and I were in cahoots from the get-go. I wrote my story as a direct follow-up of hers…
    And I am so very glad you played along! Russell (two “l’s”) is gonna have a field day…

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        1. trentpmcd Post author

          There is a lot of back and forth ribbing between several of these players going on. I usually don’t stick my nose in the middle of it, but the second I saw that photo, I had the punch line and so the little joke was inevitable….

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            1. trentpmcd Post author

              I think a few people know each other a bit better and a couple have even met in real life, but I think more are what you call “passing acquaintances” – they may chat and joke a little on line, but it doesn’t go much farther than that.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks Rochelle. I know, I used the same joke twice, as a comment on your story and here, but that photo is the perfect set up. I’ve read several stories and am surprised that so far only Dale has taken the “Roast Russel” part of the challenge.

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