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The awards hung on the wall like insects

  • The awards hung on the wall like insects pinned in a killing jar. The fluorescent lights gave his skin the sallow tone of a smoker's teeth, and it was obvious to all but him that
  • he was over, a wash-up, as has-been. Still, he did his best to impress the ladies, inadvertedly spitting on the ladies when he asked them if they "wished to sample some sushi." Ick
  • le knew the gelatinous pyramids of Stapledon's Mars would be willing to persuade the unwilling ladies, but those days were gone and the pyramids were few. The Prophet of Earth
  • advised the Unwilling Ladies to build a sphere rather than a pyramid. Sphere's were the latest fashion but the ladies were unwilling unless a gelatinous sphere could be
  • made out of a number of pyramids, stacked cleverly in a circle, apex to apex to apex...Was such a thing possible? Unwilling by name, but surprisingly willing by nature, the Ladies
  • With Firmly Crossed Legs came in giggling after a night out. One tripped, crashed into the rest & they all fell onto the neatly arranged structure. Pyramids everywhere! The Ladies
  • Room was occupied by a mother who had to change her son's Bling. This mother had drenched her only child in buckets of Bling and needed to switch from gold to
  • regular crap to wear because with the mention of over-blingin' it became obvious that the child in question was none other than Bieber. This only meant that
  • savage hurlings of water bottles would suffice to get him to /go away/. When teeners hold up cell phones at concerts, they all say "Go Home Bieber". I ask teeners if they like him,
  • but they always stare back at me with eyes as plastic as those bottles. The teeners have doomed civilization. I believe this is the beginning of the end. No... I belieb it...

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