Don't call me Jeff
An entry for Raymond G. Taylor's Challenge
"Oh, Jeff...I love you too...but..."
"Love? LOVE?! No! No, you don't! You know nothing about love because if you did you'd know I don't like art, I don't like telephone conversations and that it's Geoff. G-E-O-F-F, for F's sake!"
Clunk.
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41 words
Thought I'd join in the fun. To all the Geoffs out there.
This short piece was inspired by Ray Taylor's challenge which you can read about here:
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Please forgive the clumsy cut and paste. I would like to publish your entry (or entries) to the Oh-Jeff challenge in an upcoming book and of course need your permission to do so. Details are all here: https://everydaydealxhub.live/writers/oh-jeff-the-book%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E Thanks, Ray
Duh! What's up Geoff, Jeffing great. Bye Jeff, geoff.
LOL! Loved it! :)))
Haha! Mighty clever, Rachel! Sure all the Geoffs appreciate the shout out
As someone who's name is often mispronounced, misspelled, or misremembered, I can sympathize. Well-wrought!
Oh dear… didn’t even spell his name right!
Love this!
LOL! This was great!
Ha ha made me chuckle. Great to read about a Geoff who speaks up for himself
Hahaha! Should have paid better attention.....
Haha! This was so great!
Haha. Well done.
Very clever and funny, Rachel!
Lol. Nice one Rachel
I was waiting for your contribution - and I wasn't disappointed!
Clever and mischievous work, deftly done!
To all the Geoffs out there, why? Jeff is so straight forward and simple. But noooo, that's too mainstream for you, eh? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Thanks for joining, I enjoy reading stories to this Challenge. 41 words says a lot of their relationship
That was a good one, Rachel! Hard to find a sincere one out there!
Lol….it was never meant to be
Haha good one, i enjoy being surprised by what people come up with😂
🤣🤣Great one Rachel!