There was so much red in the air it was impossible

There was so much red in the air it was impossible to gauge exactly who threw the flag and for what. Was it Jim in accounting making another not funny math joke or someone in the

IT room making more jokes about lesbionics (copping wood, flannel, and Subarus and Volvos). Throwing the HR red flags was funny until one hit Fred's eye and shattered his iris.

penis. she loved it. very much. she leaned in closer and

It sneezed and my dog peanut came inside of me and I think im Pregnant with a puppy. I shall name it Rico

or braithe, braithe sounds better

then breathe, but actually I really prefre "Brah." I just love the disgusted looks on sober people's faces when I use it.

I mean my Brooklyn accent. I refer to brain as "Brah". But it also covers up the fact that most of my teeth & part of my tongue have rotted away. "Thpare some Brah for a thombie?"

I noticed this other dude had the same problem. We were all sitting on a bench in central park, foraging for ideas to be used in folding stories. There were too many to mention.

It was as if the ideas were falling from the sky. Wait, they were! Folded paper rained on our heads. Was that a folding story TREE?? The evolution of folding story is now solved!