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The little funky old shack was a family kept secret. A rite of passage. Each generation gave the pad their own stamp. Away from the old ones, freedom galore. Always the same replayed story. Youth will be youth. Nothing ever changed.
Huggin’ and a-kissin’
Dancin’ and a-lovin’
Wearin’ next to nothin’
“Why is there glitter on the mattress and the stain? Gross!”
“Don’t worry about it.”
How many babies were conceived? No, our parents never. Ew!
The sky lit up — bang, bang.
Rain!
Tin roof, RUSTED!
Hello, tetanus…
Goodbye hair… clothes… comfort… sanity…
Get off me.
Closed-door at the love shack.
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Note:
This little flash fiction gem is a B52’s “Love Shack’ parody. Lines were borrowed… Now, I need to go cleanse this pop classic out of my head — shame I can’t charge rent.
Tannille 
Yep, thanks for the ear worm. Made me smile… and grimace.
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I bet the ear worm is doing a little dance. 😀
Thanks S.
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Great parody
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I blame the tin roof. 😀
Thanks N
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Dear Tanille,
Doesn’t sound like the place to go. 😉 Eew.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I think next time they should camp. 😀
Thanks R
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I’d like to charge rent for some of the songs I used to know.
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We’d be filthy rich. 😀
Thanks F!
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A welcome ear worm to have, and an entertaining story 🙂
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There are worse songs!
Thanks I!
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Now there is story parody worth telling. Nicely done.
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I blame the tin roof!
Thanks B 😀
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I think every generation needs their own love shack. That was gross.
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Nah the young ones might hurt themselves. 😀. I live to gross you out. Maybe you can go clean the love shack for the kids? I know you love cleaning.
Thanks N
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I think it needs to be cleaned with gasoline and a match.
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You pyromaniac, you!
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They could bring in a new matress every once in a while, since everybody knows the secret. I actually like that song and don’t mind it being now stuck in my head.
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I agree. There are nifty blow-up mattresses now.
I’m fond of the song. Pure 80s bliss. Music was fun back then.
Thanks G!
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a rite of passage indeed. well told. 🙂
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Thanks P!
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Okay, so now I can’t stop singing this song.
It was catchy then and now too. lol
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It’s a fun radio song to sing in the car. 😀
Thanks I!
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That ear worm has multiplied. And there’s nothing new under the sun 🙂
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I think every generation believes they discovered something. They discovered nothing.
Thanks L!
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Now I’m hearing that tune! Great parody!
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There are worse tunes. 😀
Thanks R!
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Sounds like the love shack could do with a clean up to attract the newer fussy generations.
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Or as Nobbinmaug suggested — light a match.
Thanks J!
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Hi Tannille,
Hope you’ve had a good week. Your story reminds me of the shacks on the Abrolhos. I never made it over there when I was living in WA, but must be some stories to tell!! My parents used to have a beach house back when I was at uni and let’s just say we’re all glad the walls couldn’t talk.
Best wishes,
Ro
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Back in the day, holiday shacks were a thing. These days it’s hard to afford to camp! A real shame.
Sounds like you got up to mischief!
Thanks R
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Not quite a den of iniquity but pretty close!
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Too close… 😀
Thanks K
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I think it’s time for a new tradition. At least, a new place. 🙂
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Or they could have a clean up. Scrub and repair… 😀
Thanks B
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Rust, stains, tetanus – thank goodness the door’s been closed. This is fun, and the song too.
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Might be time to move on… annoy the parents at home. 😀
Thanks M
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