20 Wickedly Funny Stories
by a
Girl and her Father
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It was not a dark and stormy night. Nor was it a
dark and stormy day. But it was an unusually
chilly afternoon in Sayulita, Mexico. Leslie and her father were hanging out at
the beach eating shrimp and listening to the soothing irregular beat of the
waves, politely declining the poor vendors walking by selling their wares. They
really had not declined them (they were not unsympathetic to the friendly
vendors’ need to make a living), only the second through fiftieth time they
passed by. You see, on each of the vendors’ first pass that day, they had
managed to purchase a salad bowl large enough to sleep in, a custom made
hammock for rocking dolphins to sleep, earrings made out of the petrified spit
of the vendor’s Aztec ancestors, and sunglasses that allow one to see behind
oneself.
The Mother (who, coincidently, was also
Leslie’s father’s wife) was also there, but she preferred conversing with
strangers and was accosting several families, regaling them with varied and
sundry tales of The Edwards Family. She had a good reason for doing this, as
The Edwards Family is quite an interesting family. So interesting, in fact,
that the members of it can barely contain themselves from regaling each other
with their own stories. And so it was not at all unusual when Leslie turned to
her dad with a simple question – a question that lead to an entire day of
stories.
