Remember, remember, remember... (write it

Remember, remember, remember... (write it down, where's a pencil?) FIRST: Underwear. (and then) SECONDLY: Pants.
I was on the subway to work when I realized my error wearing Captain America boxers over my jeans noless but since it was Pantsless Day nobody noticed except a lady wearing
two sets of avocado peels around her ankles as makeshift socks. Meanwhile, my workshoes made loud clapping noises along the subway platform, and I wasn't sure if my employers would
understand my transformation into radical fruitarian. I opened my dried pomegranate purse to find my ticket--it was gone! I searched through my banana leaf clothes but no pockets!
Plucky as I was as a fruitarian, I realized I'd have to use my melons to get to the places I needed to go. The first car came along & I flashed my pink flesh. Screeching to a halt,
the taxi cab driver. Winked and said "Nice melons babe. Where a seedy little fruit bat like you headed anyway?" I told him to follow that car. Plucky caught sight of me. Damn!
Now, I had to tell her the whole story. the man I was after still owed me money for all the years I worked the donkey shows in Tijuana.
when i saw him between the crowd i tried to reach him to hit him
with my love. He was the only reason I lived, and I lived to vent out my violent love for him, at him. I smacked him once, twice and three times just to show I cared about him.
While some men bragged about their sexual prowess, about how many lovers they have had, I expressed my violent love for him with more VIOLENCE...until I slapped him to death...

Started: 2016-12-31 11:40:17
Finished: 2017-02-22 12:36:02

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