"Do you like my new frock?" she asked. "Do you want the long or the short answer?" he replied. "Oh, long please!" she said fetching a notebook and sharp pencil. "Well, the bias cut through the fabric of your clothing. It's quite obvious. The media has completely overtaken your sense of fashion. That's why I can't be with you," he explained. "You're biased." And this is how Dom DeLuise broke up with me. All I had left of our passionate summer was that white cabbie hat and some pasta sauce. I smoke in the bathtub and listen to opera. Then I go on an eating binge and gain 115 lbs. in just under three weeks. Dom DeLuise exerts power from beyond the grave! His death was no accident; he revealed to me, post-coitus, he discovered six kilograms of pastry dough blocking his entrails and his airways. "That's a hell of a way to go!" he said, reaching for a spoon. "But ah, hell! I ain't one to let good food go to waste!" He thrust the spoon deep into his intestines, thrashing about them wildly until he got a good spoonful. Raising it to his pie hole he filled his mangled mouth with his own intestines and started chewing with the few teeth he had left. He remembered when he'd 1st seen his intestines on Tet, splayed out between the tent pegs arranged in a pentagram. His slimy, dripping entrails had looked obscenely beautiful in the hexed candles' eerie blue light. They tasted even better, though. between the tent pegs arranged in a pentagram. His slimy, dripping entrails had looked obscenely beautiful in the hexed candles' eerie blue light. They tasted even better, though. between the tent pegs arranged in a pentagram. His slimy, dripping entrails had looked obscenely beautiful in the hexed candles' eerie blue light. They tasted even better, though. The next morning we woke up knowing our great adventure had finally come to an end. We wiped the remnants of last night from our mouths & our minds,then rode our rusty bikes home.

 

Comments

1 LordVacuity's photo

I got it now, if you say bunnycookies three time PurpleProf shows up. Like Beetlejuice.

2 Woab's photo

That must be it, LV.  Plus, it goes to eleven.

3 ValkyrieGrrl's photo

In these trying times, It is of no small relief to know that the “Bunnycookies Thrice Thereom” exists…the incantantion of which dissolves the most surreal and unimaginable horrors of this life into a vaguely remembered dream…“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.” - Van Gogh

4 bunnycookies's photo

I have nooo idea how this happened, but I’m happy to take credit for summoning the Prof!

5 PurpleProf's photo

And now I grant you three wishes…

6 neoremitsper's photo

bunnycookies fold - 1st occurence: 5 likes
bunnycookies fold - 2nd occurence: 4 likes
bunnycookies fold - 3rd occurence: 4 likes

Conclusion:  Either bunnycookies’ ideas never get old, or FoldingStory members have very short attention spans…

7 ValkyrieGrrl's photo

What were we talking about again?

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