Sometimes You Just Wanna Tell People STFU

"You're certainly not very loquacious, are you?" said Fred.

"Lowwhatchis?" responded Ed.

(Notice the alliteration there? Alliterwhatshun? Never mind.)

"You know. You're not very loquacious, not very talkative."

"Huh?"

"You don't say much, you're not chatty or communicative."

"Oh, I see. You think I'm not very voluble, expansive or garrulous. Well, let me tell you I can be gossipy, have the gift of the gab or be overly gassy. I used to be a real motormouth, talk, talk, talk. My mother always told me I must have been inoculated with a gramophone needle. I was so windy people thought a tornado touched down every time I opened my mouth. Talk about being multiloquent, prolix or verbose - that described me to a tee" said Ed, a tad offended.

"Well Fred" said Ed, "but you're so subdued, restrained, quiet and untalkative. What the heck happened?

Ed shared a conspiratorial wink with Fred, and whispered "I got tired of people telling me to shut up."

"Now, shut up."

The guys and gals over at Studio30+ are talking up a storm this week with their prompt of loquacious/talkative. Enough said.

Comments

Joe said…

Another fun read, sir - and I can relate to Ed. You can only hear "shut up" so many times before you just give in and shut up. I'll shut up, now.

17 May 2015 at 17:35

nonamedufus said…

Joe? Shut up!

18 May 2015 at 10:43

Paula Larew Wooters said…

Yeah, I got tired of people telling me to shut up, too. I'm not nearly as loquacious as I used to be. Must come from all that alliteration I do at school every day. "Paula politely passed the pumpkin pancakes." "Paula planted the purple petunias." The kids think it's hilarious, but not so much everyone else.

25 May 2015 at 09:03

nonamedufus said…

The kids get pumpkin pancakes? Do you have any vacancies? I could audit your course.

25 May 2015 at 17:58

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