"Moroccan maracas masquerading as macaroons

"Moroccan maracas masquerading as macaroons mamboed meltingly."

MMMmaaaammaaa...Mmmmiiiimiiiii...mmmoooomoooo... Mick Jagger and Stephen Tyler stretched their lips, then puckered, and stretched again. This was a once-in-a-lifetime event.

Years from now people would ask, "Where were you when Mick and Stephen did there thing?" I didn't care. My mind was on a bigger prize. A miraculous chemical formula that could

seek out typographical errors in print medium. Unfortunately, print was dying. Nobody wanted to read anymore. The internet didn't count. It seemed to make people dumber. Cynicism

was a dish best served moist and Uber Zeitgeist Phenom Tad Barely was ladling up some serious online cynical dotcomcheesemo. That's how he met Piper.

Piper's profile picture was a dog and so was Tad Barely's so they felt that tingly connection immediately. He messaged: "I'm an uber zeitgeist phenom, go figure :)" They met IRL in

a cozy diner on the outskirts of a sleepy little, romanticesque town. "Piper." "Tad." Piper." "Tad." They continued like this for hours until they realized, yolo & professed their

mutual desire to disrobe and fornicate in wild abandon on the old fashioned formica countertop. Before they had a chance to act on this impulse, the waitress dropped a coffee pot

clumsy!" She kept dabbing at the mess, but soon realized that it wasn't helping at all. Instead, it opened a portal to Hell! Lucifer climbed out and brought the end of times.