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Welcome to the eighty-fourth Weekly Challenge, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
The topic this week was selected by Guy David.
It’s Marriage
The excellent theme music is by Guy David
VOTING

Which stories were the best from Weekly Challenge #84?
	John S from One Screen Stories
	Yxes from Podmafia
	Caleb from Black Tie Martini Club Oddcast
	Guy David from Guy David dot com
	Tom from Footnote
	Stuart from Podmafia
	Planet Z
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Go ahead and listen to them by clicking on the grammophone thingy there in the left column and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed):

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JOHN S

All day, Bob�’s only day off work this week, as he tried to read a new book or watch an afternoon movie or talk with his brother on the telephone, his upstairs neighbors argued. This was their usual argument–Why were you talking to that woman? Hey, you were talking to that man, so I can talk to that woman–the same weary characters and tired marriage plot played out a dozen times before on a dozen other days off gone wrong.
That night, as Bob tried to sleep, like a dozen times before, all he could hear was their bedsprings squeaking.

YXES

Marriage?? You want me to marry you?? Have you told me you loved me? Oh, you did. Well, did you tell me I was the one for you? Ahhh, I do remember that vaguely, yes. Ok! Have you even considered if I loved you enough to marry you? Well, I have told you every day! You do realize this marriage thing is not something I could take lightly. It’s a huge commitment, and there are so many things I have to consider. My home, my critters, my tupperware! Shut up, & kiss you, and say yes???? Well alright! Yes! dear!

CALEB BULLEN

The Dish ran away with The Spoon but after that it all went downhill.
Their Vegas wedding was cutlery rate then they blew their savings
betting on a bowl game. She went to work and nearly cracked under the
pressure. He fell in with a bad crowd and became a greasy spoon. The
Dish started seeing a rough customer till she was just his little
chippy. Now Spoon he’s in his cups every day stirring up trouble. And
everyone thought they were made for each other. Looking back on it, The
Dish probably should have married a nice stable placemat.

GUY DAVID

The bride wore red. The priest was a coconut tree, or at least, some alien something like a coconut tree. The bride was pretty. I was happy being. Seeing red again. My head was throbbing “Hit them, punch them, Moris”. My fists where clenched, blood oozing from my open wounds. I put salt on it.
The little elf like creatures sang to us, alien voices joined in prayer, then the roof was raised. See the stars. I was proudest. Marriage. Who would have thought.
“I do” I said.
“I do” she said”.
“You may eat your bride” said the tree.

TOM

Frankie and Johnny were lovers kids from the stockyards down south. He worked in the loop and she for the Trib. Weekends you’d find them at the Museum. They’d laugh in the coal mine sung in the U505. Frankie did a fair pantomime of a caryatid on the lawn. Johnny would mess with Foucault’s pendulum, turn the handles on gears, held Frankie tight in the giant heart. In the Whispering Galley in a voice soft and low Johnny proposed marriage to Frankie. They were wed on the cobblestones of Yesterday’s Main Street with a honey moon on the Pioneer Zephyr.

STUART

Marriage never really interested me much. All that awful “you promise to be with her for ever until you die”, I might as well go jump.
So imagine my surprise when I woke up one morning with a wedding ring on my finger in a desert.
Not wanting to be like Britney Spears, I decided to do what any man would do…
Shot the broad in the back of the head
Dug a trench
Dumped the bitch
Filled with Cement
Smoked a Cigar
The judge said I’ve been watching too much Goodfellas
Now I am stuck in this damn cell.

PLANET Z

You’ve heard it all before. The magic is gone from the marriage, right?
Instead of hiring a marriage counselor, why not hire a magician?
It’s magic, right?
I mean, it’s not like you’re going to talk out your problems when things have gotten so bad. And if a divorce is in the cards, well, the magician can easily make that card change into the one you’re thinking of.
Whatever the lawyers cut in half, the magician can make whole again! (Minus the attorney’s fees, mind you.)
And if all else fails, he can always turn your spouse into a frog.

Welcome to the eighty-third Weekly Challenge, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
The topic this week was selected by Justin.
It’s Mexican Food
The excellent theme music is by Guy David
VOTING

Which were the best stories in Weekly Challenge #83?
	Guy David of Guy David
	JD White
	Elisson from blog d’Elisson
	Tom from Footnote
	Houston Keys from Tater Tots For The Masses
	Daphne of Going Broke
	Caleb from Black Tie Martini Club
	Chris from Chris Carlisle.net
	Yxes from Podmafia
	Planet Z
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Go ahead and listen to them by clicking on the grammophone thingy there in the left column and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed):

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GUY DAVID

It was our first date. I was just a stray cat she collected out of the street and took home to feed, and boy was I hungry. Pretty soon, the sound of something rousting on a frying pan came out of the kitchen, coupled with some delicious smells. Expectation was building up. Soon, she came back, bearing the gift of food. It had some rousted tomatoes, sausages and some other things I couldn’t immediately recognize. “What is it?” I asked. “Oh, it just some Mexican food” she answered. I ended up marrying her. I was always a sucker for innovation.

JD WHITE

What can be said for those folks south of the border.
They are just not civilized.
Not even close to being “like us”.
We always are kind to strangers and we always dress in appropriate ways.
Our homes are immaculate inside and out.
We keep our city streets clean.
We never dump trash on the roadside.
Our form of government is far superior to theirs.
With far less corruption in our public officials.
The one good thing I have found is that when traveling from Ottawa to see my Doctor in Michigan.
They have the best Mexican Food in Detroit.

ELISSON

Salvador Dali, the renowned surrealist painter, is thought by most
people to have been Catalonian.
Not true. He was born in Taxco de Alarcón, Guerrero state, Mexico, in
May of 1904. Mexican to the core. It’s a well-kept secret.
The inspiration for many of his surrealistic works was the local
cuisine. His most famous painting, The Persistence of Memory,
was inspired by a meal, the digestion of which caused hallucinations
that lasted three days. Freud and Einstein had nothing to do with it.
Most people look at that painting and see melted watches. But Dali
always saw tortillas. No: Distortillas.

TOM

Rice cakes Rice cakes No beef today. I’m on this 1000 caloric demonic diet. I dream of dancing slabs of cow I dream of singing wells of grave. But in the day it’s mostly greens to dine and if by chance a stray morsel I might indulge and its taste might ever be so good my mantra is spit it out. Its day 49 and I can take it no more. It midnight outside El CharO’s Original All You Can Eat. I got a brick and the glass its gone. Its Mexican Food Tonight. Double Fried Burrito here I come

HOUSTON KEYS

“Hello welcome to Tacorama! Would you like to try our double quesadilla?”
It’s pronounced quesadilla!
Whatever! Would you like one?
What do you mean whatever? You should have some pride in your job!
What kind of slacker wants to work in a culturally specific restaurant
and refuses to immerse themselves in the culture? How can you expect
discerning palettes to partake with a greeting like that?
Look Buddy. I make six bucks an hour, what do you expect.
Fine, If you are that insensitive I shall take my culinary business to
another establishment.
Knock yourself out Bro.

DAPHNE

It’s that time of year when families gather for meals and to give
thanks for their blessings over the past year. This year my family
will be no different. We will gather around the table and each take
turns giving our thanks. Some thank for their health, some thank that
we are all there, some thank for getting a bike for their birthday.
Ok that’s just my nephew, but he’s thankful at least. Me, I will be
thankful for the meal. You see I get to cook dinner this year and
they let me do whatever was easiest for me. So I called my favorite
restaurant and got take out. I’m thankful for Mexican Food Take Out.

CALEB

Pastor Al’s tacos al pastor were all the rage in Tenochticlan in the days before she became Mexico City. People would come from miles around drawn by the aroma of the cooking meat and fresh tortillas. Spaniards, Mestizos, even the occasional missionary came. The only problem was beloved as his tacos were, his Presbyterian rhetoric was not. Eventually Don Fernando a local Catholic cook snuck into the pastor’s adobe hacienda and when he found the secret recipe, he killed the heretic and began preparing the meat. Al pastor tacos made by Pastor Al were delicious; made with Pastor Al, Heavenly.

CHRIS

Let me tell you about a woman I know,
She ain’t no model or runway queen,
You won’t find her on Cosmo or Glamour,
Or in the pages of Vogue magazine
She wears a hairnet and plastic gloves,
She scoops the beans and rice all day,
She makes minimum wage (under the table)
Workin’ for the Chipotle
She can’t speak a word of English
She calls the beans frijoles,
But you know what? That’s just fine by me,
I still love her anyways.
She’s my Burrito Lady
And she’s driving me crazy
Burrito Lady,
Make my burrito for me yeah.

YXES

She was smiling as she got ready to go out for a Mexican food dinner with her sweetheart. She was remembering their first date, and how he had wanted to show her something she had never seen before. He ordered her a taco, and said, “Go ahead, eat it.” She picked it up, holding it like a sandwich. Immediately, the whole taco fell right into her lap! She was speechless, and a mess, all covered in “taco stuff”! His kind look of suppressed laughter is what made her fall in love with him, and with tacos! Hot sauce and all!!

Z

We used to go to this Mexican place next to a veterinarian, and we called it The Cat And Dog Hospital.
The Mexican place, not the vet’s office.
We’d go there every day, and you could hear the barking through the wall of the dining room.
Strange thing was, as the week went on, the barking got less and less, until there was one or two dogs left on Friday.
Then, you’d place your order, and…
It got quiet all of the sudden.
I started ordering salads there, but I noticed something really strange about the plants in the landscaping…