He flopped over with no notice on the purple lardy woman, who whispered,
�Sweetness is under my foot!�
He put on two containers of dressing-marinated-tomatoes and stomped jolly rhythms amongst the poo-brown walls.
�Man!� he thought, �Cheerios are tasty when frap�ed with rat tails and various puddin�s topped with fried bologna.
Suddenly, he squealed like Sissy when she ate Lardy Woman�s toenail.
�Sissy!� he gasped, �Give me your 409 miracle worker, stat!� He belched a huge stinky bratwurst. �Smells crisp, neh?�
Sissy sneered, then let out her mitten-leech with fierce patriotism and saluted to the mondo thesaurus. �Do you question the mighty word?
Lardo pulled out her snippers, prepared to clean the thesaurus, scrubbing like no other day. She danced around flailing her little earlobes with terror of bathroom mildew.
Sissy could not imagine more fun that dancing with Lardo under the dazzling falling adhesive of swirling colors. She could only guess at the fun to come. |
