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"Hello? Yes, hello this is Dingy Donk. Is

  • "Hello? Yes, hello this is Dingy Donk. Is this Gingerbread Guy?" Dingy was hopeful that this time it would be different, that his new college roommate liked smelling shoe too.
  • "Yeah, this is Gingerbread Guy," the voice answered, "Can you hold on a moment? I have to smell this other shoe before I forget what the first one smells like." Dingy's heart lept.
  • It was him! Dingy had fallen head over heels for the biscuit man. She just loved the way he smelled.. his candy eyes..his chocolate buttons..Just thinking about the Gingerbread guy
  • made her mouth water. The part cinnamon part gingerbread cologne, the snazzy buttons and big, beady eyes made her swoon and shiver. "Gingerbread Guy?"
  • "Goody goody gumdrops, ain't you a foxy lady." She knew he was player, always on the run, but she loved this Gingerbread guy. She could just eat him up... literally.
  • The foxy lady brought the Gingerbread man's left hand to her rosy lips as if to kiss it. He smiled until she took a bite.
  • Then he pulled back and became a hooded rat, which caused her to be sufficiently disgusted. It had been a white Christmas after all. Evanstonopoly was played all afternoon by the
  • Sisters of the Blessed Silence, a non-Scientology affiliated convent in the center of Evanston. It was whispered that the Sisters of the Blessed Silence predated Columbus by 3 cent
  • uries. (give or take about 40 minutes). This has been largely disputed by both the historical and theological communities. Even Elon Musk has weighed in saying, "I prefer to believ
  • e in the future, as long as history doesn't repeat itself...repeat itself...repeat itself...rep...rep...rr..rr..rrr...." And here we are, at the beginning again. Or is it The End?

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