Friday, June 26, 2015

remember your p's and w's

Fourteen moths danced evocatively in the underpants of a scythe blade while a two and three quarter year old hen read nineteenth century poetry to a gaggle of baked potato skins. A silhouette named Sil wandered aimlessly in the Costco aisles looking for sturgeon elbows or motor cycle differentials. He did not find either of these.

A quagmire walked into a bar. Everyone inside felt a large amorphous thump. Subsequently, business as usual carried on.

Three fingered pentapeds qualified for the international nap tournament but were held on charges of treason. They thought sleeping for five winks would be the way to win.

1 comment:

Zhoen said...

A quagmire walked into a bar.

Bartender says, "You just marsh on out of here, mister."