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Say my name

  • Say my name
  • . Go on...say it. Say my name and say it carefully. Turly Curd.
  • Turly Curd! He was so named by his parents, as his mother suffered from a rare nervous disorder, in which she had uncontrollable bouts of spewing out random spoonerisms.
  • Despite the odd name, his mother's bouts of spontaneous word combinations were tamer in comparison to his younger siblings, Suck Choosy and Fellationa. Our Turly Curd was lucky.
  • The mother has a form of Turrets, Compound Word Turrets. She had been violated with a dictionary and ever since then, "Duck Plasma!" or "Funeral Berries!" Her family
  • got a bit sick of it. No, not "Tourettes". Turrets. You see, mum had invented the first military robots that could string 2 words together, though that was pretty much all they did
  • Was create houses with multiple turrets, confusing buyers of old mansions as to the housing style. Mr. Smith asked his architect, "How many turrets are required for this to be a
  • crass display of wealth?" The architect crunched some numbers greedily and answered, "No less than ten turrets should do it, Mr. Smith." Thus the ostentatious Smith Mansion was
  • transformed in a 13th Century Alsatian castle just before a clearly foreseen siege. The larders were stocked for the longe run. Their water supply was guarded by Elvish magick.
  • AND HE TOOK A GUN AND SHOOT HIM AND KILLED HIM .

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