Fold me once, shame on you. Fold me twice,

Fold me once, shame on you. Fold me twice,

You'll turn a scarlet hue. Already this garish coloration was clashing with my once-bucolic ensemble, like some litigious fashion of bipolar proportions. Hopefully the next fold

would provide more serene descriptions and less color-clashing, thought Jo, nervously. He shut his eyes & imagined cooling hues of blue enveloping him, enhancing his sense of calm.

Something orange approached. Oh no, plastic six pack rings! The litter wrapped itself around Jo's neck, choking him. The Great Pacific Garbage Patch had invaded all bodies of blue.

However, it had miraculously escaped affecting all bodies of red, leaving the Red Sea untouched. The only garbage-free spot in the world, it now was home to dozens of refugees who

suffered an epic Halloween fail. The refugees had been ejected from North America for attempting such costumes as, "Hobo dressed as a clown," or

"street urchins made up as candy corn." When they returned to their native land they were greeted by a brass band. It seems there had been a coup and the new regime was happy to

Accomodate the hometown musical voices. They got a record contract with Trash Records. Their first album was as yet untitled but youtube leaked some tracks from it in advance. Then

Serena didn't leak her sex tape on schedule and suddenly everybody was asking if she enjoyed sex with ducks, loons, and Dodos. No, yes, maybe. Nobody could even remember her going

as far as 2nd base with anything that didn't have feathers. I guess that's why they say we should never judge a book by its cover. I'm sure the tape will wind up on YouTube soon!