Sopping Wet Joe stopped sopping when he dried

Sopping Wet Joe stopped sopping when he dried himself good. The towl was sopping, but Sopping Wet Joe sopped no longer. "Stopping sopping was the best

feeling I've ever had. It took the power of the lord and a lot of hard work to break my addiction to masticating in sopping wet diapers while posting inane thoughts on the inter

use I had developed Halitosis, the condition where your breath basically smells like a poop soaked garbage bag. I was abiding my rule about living far away from society. One day,

I received a legal notice."It has come to our attention your Halitosis is a determent to our community. Henceforth, you will live with your kind in our colony, Badsmellvia."

I sniffed in shock at this olfactory ostracism but the seemingly odious punishment turned out to be a blessing. In Badsmellvia my halitosis was greeted with joyous farting &reeking

asymmetry. If I had only one complaint to voice, it would be that the putridity was being emanated in a unbalanced fashion. Some stank from the left armpit more that the right and

I realised this was the post modern world. It really reeked of dissolution. As a diversion, I did calligraphy and found solace in that, more than ever. I stopped driving as well.

Then I locked myself in a closet and hid from the rest of the world for twenty years. When I finally came out of the closet, the only thing left on Earth was Trump Towers. I didn'

t need the facts of how it happened but I had had twenty years to prepare for this very moment. My fears had proven true and the one thing left to do was detonate the keystone.