All [Bleeped] Up

“That won’t fly.”

“What won’t?” she asked.

“From the third line on,” he replied, reading over her shoulder as she typed. “A story full of obscenities won’t ever win a writing contest.”

Exasperated, she considered how to sanitize her micro-fiction entry, a gritty drama rife with blue language. Then inspiration struck, and she believed her ingenious editing would yield a surefire winner.

“All the profanity’s been bleeped out. What do you think now?”

“Makes it a [bleeped] up piece of [bleep], I’m sorry to say.”

“Oh, what the [bleep] do you know? You’re a [bleeping] accountant!”

~ The [Bleeping] End ~

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