WotZapp

Sharon was heading into town to meet a couple of friends in the new café. It would be a laugh, a girly giggle. For some reason, the three of them felt they must set the giggleball rolling beforehand through a texting app. Texts flew between them, each one prompting a laugh...

I’d always thought the Zebra Crossing was a bit too close to the roundabout. Cars always zipped round the blind corner from the main road too fast. Sharon laughed out loud as she marched straight across the crossing without looking up from her phone.

ZAPP!

Laughed herself to death!