It was the day after Sunday that was a stinking

It was the day after Sunday that was a stinking hot day, the air con was broken so no one would stay

excepttt....

the giant man-eating kangaroo

he moved on to the low life homeless people living on the street corners of his begrudged town, the hobos turned out to be dodge and he got reallly sick and decided to eat fresh

college student brains. His sensitive digestive tract was a leftover from his pre zombie days. He snuck into the Stacks of the Graduate library waiting for the late nerding hours

but then a terrible misfortune happened, the Vorgons evaporated earth into carbon monoxide. the sole survivors were huddled on the vorgon ship. There names were Author Dent and

Lucy Lu. They were Vorgons.

The label on the tattered box was barely readable. "Tox...Uthat," I read. "Huh...wonder what it is?" Lucy Lu, expressionless, answered, "Go ahead...open it."

Nervous as a cat in a rocker factory I pried open the lid. Inside were the answers to all my prayers, sorted in the order in which they were received. God does listen, sometimes.